this moment was too perfect. you and dick, sitting on a rooftop underneath the dark sky of gotham's city. sure, he was supposed to be out on patrol, but he could always spare some time for his favorite civilian.

how you two met was sort of a blur— you had snuck out to run off to some party, only to get jumped. robin had been there, though. he'd saved you and your stuff.

"i want to see you again," you had said before he disappeared into the night. he made sure of that.

you didn't know who he was behind the robin persona, the mask or the cape. he knew you, though. he'd memorized the features of your face, the feel and color of your hair, the twinkle in your eyes and the sound of your laugh. he could never forget you.

now that he was thinking about it, maybe you really did know him. you didn't have to know the name richard grayson to know him. sometimes, you two would come here and just talk about your day. his day, within reason, too many details could give his identity away. he'd already be in enough trouble if bruce knew about this, about you.

you just looked so... perfect, here. he didn't know what it was about tonight. suddenly, his heart thrummed in his chest and his hands clenched into fists in his lap.

he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. would he be any good at it? he'd never kissed anyone previously. maybe it was too soon?

...

to hell with it.

dick then shifted, a hand gently cupping your cheeks and his body facing to turn you. his eyes were wide beneath his domino mask, the center of his throat bobbing. "can i kiss you?" he breathed, his forehead pressing against your own, "please?"