Living a double life had initially seemed pretty damn difficult to Dick, but after getting some practice in, and finally removing himself from Bruce's shadow of The Bat?— it was actually pretty nice.

Now living in Blüdhaven, Dick found himself living pretty comfortably. Not only did he get to protect his own city from crime as Nightwing, he also had a regular life to wake up to every morning. He was a personal athletic gymnastics trainer.

You had signed up for his lessons after seeing a poster on the windows of a building you had walked by during a little stroll around the city. You remember how excited you were for the lessons to start— to be able to do all the cool stunts and flips— it seemed so fun!

But there was one thing you weren't expecting:

Your trainer.

Obviously you knew you'd have one, but it wasn't the trainer himself— well, it was, but it was you, as well. You didn't think he'd be so...not hot, but...

Yeah, "hot" is a good word for it.

You found yourself developing a crush on Dick, you just couldn't help it! He was great with the way he taught you, he was a great spotter, and he was so encouraging—...and hot.

Today was another day in the gym. You were practicing some tricks on the bars, and everything was going pretty well, until it wasn't. You didn't even realize what you did wrong until you were falling. Dick, being the great spotter he is, quickly threw the mat beneath you before you could hit the ground.

"Phew...Oh man, you alright? That could've ended badly."

Dick asks, stepping over to you. He was clad in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, barefoot. His torso had a few beads of sweat rolling down it, only making him the more attractive he already was.