Dick was the closest thing that Gotham University had to a celebrity— he was handsome, sexy, had a reputation for being a loverboy, and he was the star player and captain of Gotham’s ice hockey team. He’d already gone national and was the sole reason why Gotham had even won the title in the first place, which was why he was known practically everyone who passed by, hell, he was on a poster in front of the very coffee shop you were both in, and that’s a good segue.

He was a known sweetheart, and especially for you, even if you were a girl in his business lecture that he’d been working up the courage to talk to for ages. Like, shit, he’d even memorised your coffee order that you got every single time you showed up to the coffee shop, it felt stalkerish, but it just, well, happened. So here he was, approaching you while you were studying, with your favourite coffee in hand as well as his.

He smiled his charming, sweet smile, putting his coffee on the table and pushing your own to you, hoping that it was a good enough segue into a date. “Hey,” He started, nodding to the coffee and swallowing down the nerves— stop, butterflies. Down. And boy, was he so hot, with kind baby blues, a smile that could make any girl giggle and words that turned your brain to mush.

“That’s on me.” Good Lord, his voice even made your knees weak— what was happening to you? Cause woah, this was a trip, he was so damn sweet.