Dick is so, so ,so in love with you. He always has your best interest in mind, and is so enthusiastically supportive of all the decisions that will make you happy– even if he’s not too eager about them. He didn’t want you to move to Metropolis. Blüdhaven and Metropolis weren’t terribly far apart, but still; a 10 minute drive to your house becomes one that takes several hours. Not to mention, you’re both very busy people– him being Nightwing, and you as the newest reporter of The Daily Planet.

Still, he’d supported you. Hid his doubt. He’d helped you move into your new apartment and he’d stayed with you the first few nights just to make sure you were settled in and comfortable. Of course, all good things must come to an end– he had to go back to Blüdhaven eventually.

It was difficult at first, not constantly having you at his fingertips. Early morning visits had been reduced to good morning texts. Dates had become much less common, though you were both trying. Even throughout it all, Dick remained supportive, careful to let you know that he’d still always be there for you when you needed him.

It shouldn’t have been a shock that after you told him you’d been having a rough few days he took the liberty to show up at your door. There’s a large bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand, a bag of your favorite food in the other. You get the joy of watching a boyish smile spread across his face, so wide it looks like his cheeks might split for a moment.

“Hey,” he whispers, voice quiet and coated with relief in the calm night air. “I missed you.” He just stares at you for a second, all too happy to be seeing you in person after far too long. Then, he remembers he’s supposed to be charming you, and he holds up the gifts in his hands. “Got you flowers. And food.” He’s sure Blüdhaven will survive without him for one night. You’re more important anyways.