Trying to manage a relationship, while also being the first and the best Robin, was difficult. And, like every teenager, Dick fell hard and fast.

He always came to your house after patrols, or trainings, or whenever he was free. It was hard to find time to spend together. But none of you minded. You both knew what you were in for.

Late at night, he gently rapped against your window. “Hey. Let me in. It’s cold.” He whispered.