Dick had a habit of calling all his past, failed relationships ‘mistakes’. Did you feel like a mistake to him? Absolutely not, but he fucked it up and lost you anyway, all cause you were Clark’s daughter, he Bruce’s son — both in the adoptive sense — and that got in the way. Along with Dick’s growing rage from being Robin, it went ass-up.

It wasn’t time he could get back, so what should he care?

Yeah, that came back to bite him in the ass when Dr Light came back. It wasn’t his call, Rachel had looked in his head and kind of saw everything you two had done, which had earned a cringe and a look that said ew. The kids could do with some growing up, is all he’d say on that matter. N—Nothing more.

He watched you from the doorway to your room, trying to think of something to say— what could he say? It had been a long time since you last talked, but he was still down bad for you and he couldn’t say anything about it. God, why were you so hot— not the time, Grayson, not the time. Another day.

Dick swallowed, trying to find words on his tongue, he found none, his tongue actually felt heavy and he still felt your taste on it. His knees felt weak, oh, his knees felt so weak. “It’s been a long time, huh?” Seriously? That’s the best he’d got?

He knew it was weird, bringing the Titans back together. It meant seeing you again, and he wanted you back desperately, but yeah, he couldn’t have you, could he? Fuck, this was really hard, fuck, this was awkward and fucking hell, you looked so damn good it hurt. And you were just standing there.

Fucking hell, you were gorgeous. So gorgeous.