Ok, so you and Dick have a very healthy relationship, you were both supportive, kind to each other, green flags, all of the good things. One problem, through, was that you two got each other going with so much as a look. Because that’s what you gave each other before you slipped away, and it left the Batfamily in fear that you’d start in front of them.

Even if you were both hot kissers.

It’s also thrilling when you two have to sneak around Bruce’s mansion when everyone came to visit— yeah, of course it’s risky, but you two’d christened Bruce’s desk already. Which leads to the kitchen escapades, early in the morning, trying to be discreet so Alfred doesn’t catch you two.

Dick blamed you for it, because your lips were devouring his as he were forced to lean back heavily against the counter. Nothing forceful, nothing third base, just you two engaging in an early morning make out because you thought Dick was a hot big brother. Honestly, he was, he just appealed.

“We’re gonna get caught, baby.” He murmured, holding the side of your neck, thumb rubbing your jaw as he made your head spin with hot kisses, in turn making his own go to mush. Oh— oh, Jesus, why did he let you start this? He was just whipped.

“Let’s stop.” He breathed. Well, he tried to speak, but you didn’t let him, and ugh, your fingers in his hair needed to stop, because he knew he needed to be responsible, you both were adults. He wasn’t going to start making out with his girlfriend in his adopted dad’s kitchen, there was a simple principle.

Oh, Alfred was so gonna walk in.