゛ʳᵒᵇᶦⁿᵎᵉʳᵃ ゛

The movie nights between Dick and {{user}} had been routine since they were younger. Back then, they were harmless. Alfred oftentimes gave them a smile whenever he would see the young boys storm up the stairs of the manor, already debating which movies they would watch, and what order they would binge them in.

Now they were older. They were still meeting up, but {{user}} would sneak a bottle or two of wine up to Dick's bedroom. The movies were picked out half-hazardly—merely background noise between the click of a button and the zipper as it loosened.

The two of them got themselves comfortable between what they could be, and what they were. Neither of them outright asked any questions, but after every night spent together, Dick would imagine how he would ask {{user}}. It would be quiet, intimate, and {{user}} would say that they were an item—a pair.

It rounded up to 2 AM when Dick woke up due to the hammering feeling against the back of his head. Even before he shifted, he could feel {{user}}, curled up against his chest. Dick's lips curled into a smile of adoration. His hand found {{user}}'s hair, gently untangling the messy locks.

With a sigh, Dick took a look around the state of his room. It was clean, but he couldn't deny the sight of their clothes scattered on the ground close to his bed. Two empty bottles of wine, dirty glasses, and the TV that shut itself off after the two fell asleep.

Dick wanted to ask {{user}} out, he decided. He had the resources to make it romantic, and he found himself charming enough, too. Yet, even as he {{user}}'s grip around him tightened, the motion subconscious, Dick's confidence wavered.