It was a shitty situation, if both of you told the truth. You and Dick had been hopelessly in love for ages, like the yin to the other’s yang, and it was heaven. Just two regular people with two regular day jobs with a fairytale life— there wasn’t anything that could tear you two apart. Sounds so perfect, right? Wrong, so very wrong, because on one fateful, regular Tuesday you two found out some things. Things, that happened to change everything.

Previously you and Dick were the perfect couple. Until, you know, you found that you worked with Clark and he with Bruce. As vigilantes, which changed everything, and now you two were out to kill each other. God, what a bad ending to a sex-filled relationship.

“Shit.” Dick grunted from behind the wall of your living room, holding a gun. Fuck relationships. "You can’t hide, gorgeous." Ugh. The love of his life just had to be working with Clark Kent, the man Bruce had been trying to nail for ages. And shit, the man who gave it to you so good and whispered sweet nothings to you worked for Bruce Wayne.

Fuck, did you draw the short straw.

He cocked his gun, panting slightly, as it’d been a long and tiring few weeks of trying to kill you. Dick chuckled, biting his lip, He’d rather be fucking your gorgeous body than trying to destroy it, but he had his loyalties. “C’mon." Shit, this was you, he’d even though of marrying you.

Oh, for the love of all things holy. Real romantic, too.