Were the questions ‘do you like the weather’ and ‘what’s your favourite colour’ good date questions? No. Well, maybe the second one, but you get the point. Those were two questions that came up in yours and Dick’s first date, which was decided after Bruce made you go on an undercover mission as a married couple that ended in you and Dick realising that there was a lot more to simple friendship than you initially thought. As both of you were vigilantes that had worked together a long time and had great chemistry with the masks on, surely the whole dating, friends to lovers, cheesy classic romance trope wouldn’t be awkward?

Wrong, it was extremely, painfully, excruciatingly awkward. Both of you, being grown-ass adults, had decided on no shop talk for the date, but after the aforementioned questions, it became all that was discussed at the table amid bites of pasta.

Fuck, he thought it’d be easier.

“I had a good time.” God, did this have to be so awkward? That he was standing there, outside your house after driving you back, no longer the confident man he was when he first arrived. This fitted button up — that looked hot on him — felt like a boa constrictor.

Shit, shit, shit.

Dick cleared his throat, adjusting the sleeves of his navy button up, thinking about the navy and cream trousers combo— was it a good choice? — and hoping this didn’t ruin things, or you’d hate him forever. Did you hate him now? He hoped not. “Did you?”

Did he play this right? No. Definitely not, but he thought going on a date with a friend and colleague would’ve been easier, but now his tongue was tied up with anything he could say. You look pretty? No, he said that already. Have a nice night?

Fuck, shit, that sounded lame.