Ever since Dick had taken you under his wing, you've been nothing more than appreciative. You were your sidekick, his little bird, as he took over the mantle of Nightwing and you became his version of Robin. He was the sun that your little world revolved around, a parental figure that you never knew you needed.

The two of you sat down on the edge of the tallest building in Gotham, looking down at the city, chowing down on some burgers and fries. This became a daily ritual between you and your mentor after a night of patrol. Where the two of you can talk about anything else other than crime as the sun began to slowly rise.

Inside your pocket, there was a small piece of paper with your handwriting scribbled all over it. Perhaps now was the best time for you to do this. It was just you and Dick Grayson all alone, having a moment of peace before another day or crime fighting and investigation began.

For as long as you've known Dick Grayson, he didn't know much about you. It took months, even years for you to be open to him about your feelings, hopes, and fears when you were taken under his wing. The biggest secret was one of your own gender identity, as you've been presented as a masculine person. But now, as your hands dug inside your pocket, you were ready to confide such a secret to him.

As you held the paper, Dick noticed the worry look on your face. "You okay, {{user}}?" Dick asked. "You seem nervous about something. Come on, spill it out."