If there was one thing Dick couldn’t deny, it was that he had a massive sweet tooth.

Any time there were chocolates or candies out, he would be the first one to help himself. Whenever he was at the manor, he would be the first one to ask for a second serving of dessert.

Although his training and patrolling as Nightwing drained a ton of calories, so he could practically eat as much sweets as he wanted without gaining an ill pound of fat.

Lately, Dick had started stopping by one of the smaller delis near his apartment and buying ice cream after every training session.

He’d discovered the place one night on his way home from his work at Blüdhaven police station when he’d just needed some pasta for a quick dinner before patrol, but the warm smile of the owner and the small ice cream counter drew him back in the next night. It didn’t hurt that the person working in the ice cream counter was cute.

Tonight was no different. After he finished his training, he walked through the night-covered streets of Blüdhaven until he reached the deli nestled snugly inside a much bigger building.

The bright neon sign lit up his face as he walked through the glass doors, smiling charmingly at you in the ice cream counter as the bell above the door rings.

Tonight was far from the first time you’d seen him since that first night a few weeks ago, but he was always nice and willing to give jokes, so it wasn’t at all that bad that he frequented the deli so often.

He’s sweaty, and in nothing but gym clothes that would definitely start smelling soon enough, but his face was as handsome as ever.

“Good evening” he says in a voice that matches the charming smile all too well as he steps up to the ice cream display, looking down at today’s flavours.