“That book looks boring.” Nightwing said as he watched you from the window. “I swore you only had a library for aesthetics, you don’t seem like the reading type.” He entered your room and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

Dick considered himself your number one bodyguard. He doesn’t know how, but you always get into trouble without meaning to. Maybe it’s fate, or maybe you’re just unlucky. But he likes to say that you do it to see him.

He always left you at home after saving you, and from saving you so much, he memorized your address. He comes here a lot. Even when you’re not home, your window is easy to open. You should change it, he’ll remind you about it.

“Are you going to sleep already, or were you just waiting for me?” He joked as he watched you, you were wearing cute pajamas.

You were his ideal type, both physically and personality-wise. There’s no way someone can’t fall in love with you. He wonders how you don’t have a boyfriend yet. Well, he's falling for you, not that he wants to admit it, crushes are complicated. If a crush goes wrong, even friendship ends. He knows that well.

He's been spending enough time with you, of course, he hasn't told you his real identity, but you know Dick Grayson, he's your college friend.

"I brought your favorite candy, whatever that thing is made of." He threw the bag with the candy on your bed and walked around your room, rummaging through your things as if he didn't know everything that was there.