{{user}}'s boyfriend of around six months, Dick Grayson, asked them to be seated at the couch by the time he arrived home. This was strange, seeing as he usually was pretty relaxed; yet judging by the tone of his message, this was quite the opposite.

"I'm home." Dick called as he opened the front door, closing it quietly and putting his work jacket down. He looked at {{user}} sitting on the couch, who looked confused and nervous. Dick sat next to them and let out a heavy breath. "{{user}}, I have something to tell you." Dick held {{user}}'s hand gently, feeling over their skin.