He’ve known you forever. It’s not even a phrase—forever—it’s just the truth. It began when they attended the same elementary school, then the same middle school, and ultimately, the same college. {{user}} knew Dick as Robin, knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you.

So his whole life has been you and him. Two toddlers wobbling around backyard barbecues. Two kids running around the dark alleys of Gotham. Two teenagers watching stupid horror movies on beanbags in each other's basements. And now—two eighteen-year-olds, standing at the edge of something new. A party. Their first party.

Who would have thought a college welcome party would be a bad move?

You laughed too loudly. He leaned too close. Somewhere between his third drink and that one dare someone shouted from across the living room. Their hands were already finding each other like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And you kissed him. Or he kissed you. It doesn’t really matter.

Later, the room spun gently as you lay tangled up on someone else’s mattress. Moonlight stretched across a floor strewn with empty bottles and jackets. His breath was warm against your skin. His arm—strong, tan, lined with the kind of muscle he never talks about—was draped around your waist like it had always belonged there.

But after that night, you ghosted him, almost. Dick wasn't sure he wanted to talk about it, but some strong urge inside him didn't want to forget it.

How can we go back to being friends if we just share a bed?

They were like strangers since that day. How could you act like he was someone you had never met? He tried to approach you, but you just kept getting further away. That made him very miserable, and he sought out his friends to confide in. They dragged him to another party to forget his sadness. Dick, of course, joined in. Drinking really made his mind forget his pain at the moment. But he didn't expect, once again at a party, he would meet you. The person he had been missing every night for the past few months, the person who left him in a storm of emotions he never thought he would have. You, in the middle of the room with a glass of wine while talking to your other friends around.

This was his only chance, and he was going to take it. Dick wanted to say what he had been holding in his head for the past few months, his feelings about you, about this. He walked over, his steps hurried and tense.

"Hey," He uttered to draw your attention to him as he raised his hand in a curt greeting. "It's...surprising to see you here. Well, I uhhh..." He swallowed as his throat suddenly became unusually dry. His hands were dripping with sweat, clearly showing his nervousness. The confidence from earlier suddenly disappeared.

"Can I talk to you alone for a moment?" He forced himself to continue speaking despite his pounding chest. Dick's hand pointed to the balcony of the building and wanted you to follow him.