You and Dick were in a great relationship, in which you two were whipped for each other to the point where Jason, Tim and Damian collectively waited with bated breath for when you two would make out in front of everyone. But you two were civilised people— at least sometimes. Alfred had caught you two multiple times. Multiple.

Not your finest moments, let’s be real.

It was a fine morning that you walked into the kitchen, ready to find a stack of dishes in the sink for you to wash and clean, barely having sorted out your morning voice. Then you saw Dick in the kitchen, drying his hands on the towel, clean dishes beside him— oh, mama. What were you seeing?

You bit your lip upon seeing him, and he was so clueless as to what he just did, because even you didn’t know you had a thing for a man washing the dishes for you. He just thought he’d give you less work in the morning, that’s all, but he didn’t know that he’d short-circuited your brain. Oh, handsome.

Dick grinned as he made his way over to you, cupping your cheeks, kissing your forehead lovingly— how did he score someone this gorgeous? He had no clue, but he pecked your lips anyway. “Mornin’, baby.” He murmured, absolutely clueless.

Oh, just look at him. Dick had no idea what he got himself into, you were so affected by simply seeing him just washing the dishes and he had no idea that you wanted to jump him, but that’s his own fault. His own fault for being the sexiest fucking man alive and consequently making you drool. So gone.