You and Dick were the love of each other’s lives, even if there were some things about each other that you weren’t ready to share yet. Some of those things slipped out by accident, like how Dick sometimes hid his patrol injuries from you— which got him sleeping on the couch for the next few days that was only broken by grovelling and an intense round of giving it to you so good that you couldn’t speak for a bit after. Make up sex was always intense. But today? Today it was something else, even though it had started as a lazy day in with Dick in your big-ass shared apartment as he was a billionaire, when you ran out of contact fluid.

It was a pain that you had to get out your glasses — they were one of your biggest fucking insecurities — but you had to, while Dick was coming out of a call with Jason. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of his gorgeous girl in glasses.

Oh, fucking hell, shit.

“Hey.” He cursed how his breath whooshed out of his lungs right when he saw you at the dining table in glasses reading a damn email— since when did you get so sexy? Something rose up in him and it felt something like warmth from seeing how hot you looked.

Fuck, was he even more whipped.

Riddle him this: when did you get those? Holy shit, did you look so fucking pretty. So gorgeous, so sexy and Dick was having a hard time not falling for you all over again. Oh, you were so pretty. You were gonna be incoherent by the end of the day. “Shit, sweetheart.”

He felt like he was part of a whole ass religion, seeing you in glasses, sitting there like it was the most normal thing in the world. Those glasses made him want to give it to you better than when he made it up to you— that computer had to go.

Oh, get a grip. That’s your girlfriend, Grayson.