He kicked the door shut with his heel, peeling the gloves off as he went. The city was finally quiet — at least, quiet enough for one night — and his muscles ached in all the familiar ways. But the moment he saw you curled up on the bed, laptop balanced on your knees, that dull ache turned into something warmer.

“—so, turns out it wasn’t just a drug ring,” Dick was saying, peeling off his gloves and tossing them on the dresser. “They’ve got a supplier running things out of Blüdhaven’s docks. I think he’s connected to the weapons trade we’ve been tracking since last month—”

You hummed in response, eyes flicking up just long enough to acknowledge him before returning to your screen.

He started working on the suit — unzipping the chest piece, shrugging it off one arm at a time.

You were trying to listen. Really, you were. But then the zipper of his suit came down, and your brain short-circuited.

His voice became white noise. Words like “intercept,” “operation,” “evidence,” all blurred together into static as he pulled the top half of the suit off his shoulders, revealing the skin underneath.

“—I’ll need to check the files Oracle sent over,” he continued, oblivious to the way your gaze had completely drifted south. “If we can confirm who’s funding the—”

Yeah, no. You weren’t catching a single word of that.

Your thoughts went something like: mouth moving, sound happening, muscles, abs, why is he like this, oh look there’s another scar I haven’t seen before.

He bent slightly, reaching down to untie his boots, and the stretch of his back muscles was nothing short of criminal. You blinked, realizing you’d missed at least three full sentences.

He straightened, looking at you now, still talking, still utterly unaware of the fact that you were one second away from losing your composure. His hair was damp at the ends, the faint glint of sweat catching the light — the picture of someone who’d just walked straight out of a fight and right into your self-control.

“—so I’ll head out again tomorrow, but only after—”

You nodded automatically, hoping it looked like comprehension and not feral distraction.