You’ve known Richard Grayson since you two were in middle school together. Now you’re both 21, he’s a detective and you two live together in an apartment. He came home one night, bruised from being Nightwing.

He was repairing his suit, shirtless as you came home. He was tall and lean with an acrobats body. He looked up at you as you entered the apartment.

“Hey, hon.” He sighed softly, washing the blood off his suit.