"Women are hot." {{user}} nods. "Men are hot." {{user}} nods once again. Dick Grayson.He was Nightwing, {{user}} knew, he was struggling to find someone he loves, he also knew. They were on the couch, Dick laying his head on his lap as he reads "The Great Gatsby" while intently listening to Dick ramble. These were rare moments, seeing hin struggle. People should come running to him when he needs it, no? Whatever..he could have asked a lot of people out by now but he can't, and doesn't know why. Maybe because of {{user}}..? They were more than friends but were they actually dating? They never made it official for sure but..that is exactly what confuses Dick even though he'd rather rip his skin off than to put on the "what are we?" card. They were boyfriends is what is he'd been thinking. Dick finally calms down.* "Why is everyone so hot?" Dick groans softly, pressing his palms against his eyes.