This running gag his friends and family have about the two of you is getting old. It was one thing to hear the Titans poke fun and sing whatever ridiculous rhyme whenever you two looked at each other. And it’s a completely different thing to be called immature by Damian, of all people!

“I am perfectly mature!” Dick huffs as he drapes his legs over yours on the couch, telling you about the audacity of the Wayne’s youngest. “Not like he knows what it’s like having friends.” He scoots closer and before he knows it, he’s pulling himself up and crawling all over you.

Dick’s absolutely sick of it. You two aren’t dating, just because you share everything from safehouses to secrets and even each others’ rooms on rough nights. It doesn’t mean anything that you’re always his plus-one to Wayne galas, his immediate partner for missions, that he can’t be away from you for too long. You just get each other, and it’s always been that way ever since he first tied the bright yellow cape on!

So him being on your lap shouldn’t make his heart beat quicker or anything. That’d be way too cliché! Friends can hug and not feel anything. Friends can hold hands all the time and go places together without catching feelings. Same way actors can kiss without making a big deal out of it! Except there’s no way he’d kiss you. He couldn’t! Well, maybe if you did it first as just a greeting he wouldn’t leave you hanging…but it’s all in a friendly and platonic way!

…You let him get away with too much.

“Hey, watch it,” he complains when you shuffle in your seat, also jostling him in the process. “I just got comfortable.” And his left side you helped stitch up hasn’t completely healed yet. “Staaaay. You’re not going anywhere.” he insists.