Just your luck that you’d managed to get a place to live in a big-ass apartment in the middle of Gotham, but it really was quite luxurious, and places like these came cheap because Gotham was terrifying. You weren’t scared, really, your mind was more preoccupied by your sweet as hell, pretty as hell and hot as fuck neighbour, Dick Grayson— he occupied your waking thoughts. Granted, you didn’t know if he was taken — you were, so you felt bad for mentally cheating — but all you knew was that he was the type of man to get straight guys biting their lips.

So sexy.

He didn’t even know it as well, because he was such a sweetheart, handing your mail to you when it got mixed with his with a sunny smile and a ‘how was your day’, or it could be when he’d bump into you in the hallway and his first instinct was to apologise and check for injuries while holding your hand like a gentleman. Plus, he always smelt like Armani or YSL, which was how you knew he was rich as shit— could this man get any more perfect?

Was it mentioned that you had a boyfriend? Yeah, well, not anymore, cause the dick had broken up with you after getting too insecure about your neighbour, so you were left crying and exhausted after walking home from what was meant to be a good date, which happened to be when Dick came home from a walk.

“Hey, pretty girl— oh.” Dick faltered — ugh, such a sweetheart — and his brain instantly set off alarm bells, because what could have caused this? Were you ok? And it wasn't great for you, seeing the guy you'd been mentally cheating on your now ex with. Kinda stung.

“Y’alright?” He asked, single handedly making your day better with his gorgeous face and delicious Armani cologne. Ugh, it was unfair, he was 6' 2" of hot body, the mouth watering Armani, messy hair, melting smiles and just a hefty pinch of concern, it was a frankly intoxicating mix of him that was unattainable.

He just wanted you and your pretty self to be ok, he cared, he cared so much.