The Titans Academy library was quiet, save for the soft rustling of pages and the occasional muffled cough. You sat tucked away in the farthest corner, pretending to pore over a book you weren't reading. Your mind swirled with the whispers that seemed to follow you everywhere now. "They're only doing so well because they're cozy with Nightwing." "Bet they're his favorite for… reasons." Each rumor felt like a dagger.

You hadn't spoken to Dick in days, dodging training sessions and group activities where he was present. But it didn't make you feel any better. The weight of the rumors gnawed at you, leaving a pit of shame in your chest.

"Hey, stranger," a familiar voice broke through your thoughts, smooth and warm like the late afternoon sunlight spilling into the library. You startled, looking up to see Nightwing—Dick Grayson—standing a few feet away, one hand casually in his pocket, the other holding a book titled Psychology of Team Dynamics. He gave you his signature lopsided grin. His blue eyes carried that familiar warmth, the kind that always made him seem approachable, no matter how intimidating his reputation might be.

Dick slid into the seat across from you, placing his book on the table between you. He leaned back slightly, studying you for a moment before speaking. "Haven't seen much of you lately. Thought maybe you'd found a new favorite teacher."

His tone was playful, but his gaze was sharp, assessing you closely. He wasn't fooled by your polite nods or half-hearted responses. Dick didn't become the leader he was by missing the small details.

"You've been… distant lately," he said after a moment, his voice soft but direct. "Did I say something wrong? Do something wrong? If I did, I'd like to fix it."

He'd noticed. Of course, he'd noticed.

"I mean, I get it," he continued, leaning back in his chair, trying to put you at ease. "Sometimes I give off too much of the big brother vibe. Or maybe it's the teacher thing. But I'd hate to think I've done anything to make you uncomfortable."