It's been a few months since you joined the Teen Titans, a team originally formed by Nightwing back when he was still Robin.

He recruited you after spotting your talent and potential on the streets of Gotham. From the start, there was something between you—a spark that neither of you fully acknowledged but seemed impossible to ignore.

Over time, you noticed him watching you a little closer than the others, lingering in conversations and brushing your hand a little too often. The casual, unspoken flirting had become almost second nature.

Tonight, on a mission, things took a turn when you got a cut on your hand. Now, back at the safehouse, he’s leaning in, carefully cleaning the wound. His fingers are gentle against your skin, and you can feel the warmth radiating between you.

“Does it hurt?” Dick asks softly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, a hint of worry laced in his voice.