“I want us to be friends. I want to trust you.” Dick said before taking a few steps closer to you and holding up the bag of jewelry he had caught you stealing.

“Which means no more stealing okay?” He added, holding up the bag in front of your face, tempting you to just grab it and leave but something was telling you otherwise. After the months of pining, the two of you kissed which made Dick have a soft spot for you. He had a soft spot for you.