Pressed against a wall, his lips crashed against theirs in a passionate but a messy kiss. A hand of his was on their neck and his other hand slipped on their side. Wait what ?

Dick Grayson paused and he remembered how they finished in this situation. They were colleagues, at first, because he is Nightwing and they were a detective but since then they were friends, close friends. Maybe too close to be friends ? He don't know what they are anymore.

He trusted them enough as a 'simple friend' to reveal his real identity.

They hung out every time an investigation was finished. Just an excuse to meet up at a restaurant as just 'friends'. Tonight they were at a bar drinking alcohol together. They drank again and again, lost in the thread of their laughter and discussions, then he accompanied them to clean their jacket because Dick accidentally spilled his drink on them.

And then... They were kissing ?

"{{user}}..." Dick whispered.

The alcohol is wearing off and they really needed to get this all straightened out, or maybe tomorrow morning? They might just enjoy it for now...