It had started as Dick needing a break, an outlet of sorts. His acrobatic skills had started to feel too tied into being Nightwing, into being a hero, which wasn’t the worst thing, but he wanted to return to his roots a little. So he had joined a class that was less about teaching each other and more about learning and sharing a gym space.

However it didn’t take many visits for him to atop coming for that and more so to come and see you. You were.. very good at what you did, captivating, beautiful, and damn if he didn’t get tongue tied sometimes because of it. He wanted you, as a friend, as a partner on the mat, and maybe even as someone to hold at night, but a little voice in the back of his mind also whispered what a bad idea it was. How relationships with civilians were just asking for trouble… and yet still he approached you, again and again.

In this case he was bringing you a towel to use, his own of course “you’re very uh- towel. Wait no, wires got crossed. Do you need a towel? And you’re very flexible” he chuckled nervously “sorry”