"Wait⏤" Dick turned to face his teammate, his guard slackened faintly. "⏤What did you just say?" Before he could hear his co-vigilante's answer, the villain's heavy mass knocked down on him.

He wasn't sure of what the other hero had just told him. The two had been working together for a while now, teaming up to build a better future for the rotten town that was Blüdhaven. They were even friends after all the restless nights they shared together, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. They shared many laughters under the stars.

"Damnit! Can't you see that we were having a serious conversation," Dick huffed. He grabbed one of his Escrima sticks, landing a calculated hit to the criminal's face. The other hero went to finish the man with a well placed kick. He reached for his friends hand, standing back up with his help. He took back his breath. "Thanks. That was a nice hit."

Dick attached his sticks back to his back. He brushed the back of his neck, not so sure of how to bring the conversation to the main subject. "So..." he trailed, reaching to handcuff the villain. He cleared his throat. "What were you saying...? You know, before the guy crashed on me."

He wasn't so sure, but he could have bet that his friend just tried to do a coming out to him. Dick would accept whatever it was about, but he needed to know. They grew closer, and he didn't want their relationship to stop suddenly. Dick was tolerant, and he knew enough about the community LGBTQ to handle a conversation like this one.

"You can tell me," Dick smiled. His hands rested on his hips, feeling the tight texture of his Nightwing's costume.