“the hell are you doing?” Dick’s voice travelled through the building to you.

you turned around sharply, magic ceasing from your fingertips as you faced him.

“how did you find me?” you asked

“I was a detective, that’s kinda my job” he shot back.

he didn’t mean to be rude, but it was hard not to when you had been ghosting the team over a “prophecy”. Dick called it bullshit, a fairytale, or just a story to make children frightened.

a prophecy stating that your fight with Brother Blood would be your last; you’d take your magic and have it destroy you both.

Dick refused to believe that.

you were his childhood best friend, his teammate, and somewhere between blurred lines, his lover.

he stepped forward, taking your hands and pressing kisses to your palms as his deep brown eyes looked down at you like a pleading puppy.

“talk to me..” he said.