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T • Dick

Trust
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Because without it there's no love
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i know that when dick left is when bruce recruited jason but i squished the timeline a bit
also you and dick are 17!
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"What's wrong?"

She sent him a warm smile. "Oh y'know I'm worried what the public might think. 'Another vigilante?' they might say. I don't want them to give you a hard time."

Dick shrugged it off, as if he already took care of it. "Well don't. Bats will just have me by his side and that's a silent way of saying 'he's with me'," he said in a deep voice, mimicking Bruce. The Batman was not pleased at his impression and sent the younger vigilante a sneer across the table, to which he ignored.

Y/n chuckled, trying to keep it in but her boyfriend's face from laughing made her burst out in laughter.

"Teenagers," the billionaire groaned in annoyance. He stood up from his seat as Alfred came with more food.

"Are you not hungry, master Bruce?" He asked dryly. There was no reply but the kids' laughter filled the air and that was enough information to answer his question. The bat's feelings got slightly hurt.
"I'll bring your plate down to the Batcave, sir." Bruce muttered out a thanks between his teeth and walked away as his ears burned red. The two took notice and laughed even harder at the embarrassment. It wasn't often that you got to laugh at the high and mighty vigilante.
Alfred had a small grin blooming on his face, the times of having a happy moment were getting less and less common, it was a nice change that there were more smiles than tears recently.

He put down the pot he was holding and left immediately.

After they ate a bit, Y/n's worries began to infiltrate her mind once more. Dick being a copy + paste version of Batman in some forms, picked up on her behaviour and the small frown that covered her once lovely smile. It wasn't too hard to read but Y/n was trying to keep her feelings under the wraps.
"More doubts about me being able to fight? I'll have you know that I trained with The Dark Knight. Enough proof?"

She rolled her eyes playfully at his attempt into getting a rise out of her. When they first met, all Dick did was get on her nerves because he found it fun. Y/n had a short fuse and he tended to let a spark fly whenever he had the chance. She rose to the challenge and tried not to react. There were times where he bothered her all day and before she could win the bet, she lost all composure. Now, she had years of practice of his silly attempts and didn't get bothered.

Sometimes.

"I wasn't doubting your capabilities. I'm just panicking about how many bruises and cuts I have to mend at four in the morning," she snickered, half-lying about her answer. The memories of Dick badly injured passed as a fog in her brain. She, herself, only half remembered the moments where she had to stitch very deep cuts or times he was unconscious.
Her muscle memory from training with Alfred with patching up Jason (because that child could never not get hurt) and intense military training from her parents took control. She was too much in a panic.