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“Hey, come on — I’ll be alright. I’m a big guy —“ He smiled, gesturing down to himself for a moment. He was 6’5” and brooding, it would take more than a couple of drinks to send him out. But he appreciated she didn’t know that. “Bigger and taller humans tend to need more to be drunk than a smaller person would,” He continued in explanation, “Mostly because we have more water and blood in our bodies, so the alcohol dilutes more than it would for a small person. Make sense?”

Richard was many things. Intelligent, logical, pragmatic. But he was also a man, and if a man was anything, it was utterly oblivious. He was utterly oblivious to the painstakingly awkward expression and saddened eyes of Kori at his cheers to their friendship. It went over his head entirely, merely smiling at her as he took a large gulp from his glass bottle. “Me t—“ He paused, pulling away from the bottle, eyes widening at how she had downed her drink in one, practically. “… What size are the beverages on Tamaran, Kor?” He laughed slightly.

Dick Grayson was a very particular person in his likes, his dislikes, and with his patience for the latter. He liked working out, maintaining his physique, and being overly careful about what he consumed (to contrast some of his other male teammates). He liked martial arts, a bit of American Football now and again, and a nice car that he kept in mint condition. He didn’t smile nearly enough and getting a laugh out of the man could at times seem like a real feat to have achieved. He stayed up late into the night but always woke up early, he didn’t like milk in his coffee, and really ought to invest a little more in some colour for his wardrobe. But that was who Dick was, and always would be. A hard shell of a man, trying to move on from his childhood and unorthodox years under the parental guidance of Bruce Wayne. No one ever really got to see the more gentle, open side of him. No one saw Richard, nor was anyone allowed to call him that.

Kori liked to call him Richard.

He remembered the first time he met Koriand’r, not that she seemed to particularly enjoy being called by her own name, either. He’d known her for some time now, and they’d always been good friends, considering they were the oldest in the Titans, but that day always stood out for him. When she had quite literally fallen from the sky in a blaze, crashed right into the man and left him toppling to the ground. She’d spoken to him in a foreign tongue, before kissing him. Suddenly, she was perfect in English. Well, nearly perfect, her grammar tended to be somewhat unique compared to the ordinary human. But from that day onwards, everyone had clocked the strange soft spot Dick had held towards the woman, how he smiled a little more when she was around, how his eyes seemed to enjoy her tall legs and perfectly long, red hair. You couldn’t question him on it though.

It was late at night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms for private time, even Garfield, though he seemed to be awkwardly attempting to get into Rachel’s good books more often than normal, recently. Dick had been sat in his room for some time now; the place was minimalist, crisp, and spotless. Not a speck of dirt, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Freshly shaved, he was about to switch off the lights and get some sleep, when he heard, muffled, what sounded like a yelp, and an unfamiliar male voice. Always a pesimist, his face deepened in a frown, slowly rising from the bed and making his way out of his bedroom door and into the dark hallway, following the sound of the stranger, wanting to know who fuck was in his headquarters that he hadn’t authorised.

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Dick had to get used to people caring for him again. He had been born into a world of abundance of love from his parents, only to have it stripped away from him brutally. Then, Bruce Wayne, a man who saw Dick and saw his own traumas, and had wanted to help. In many ways, he did; he saved Richie from what could have been a horrific fate in an orphanage. But Wayne had his issues, and those issues seeped into the younger boy’s life. Here he was, today. Trying to learn be open again. “You’re a good person, Kori.” He said softly with a gentle nod. “That is more apparent to people than anything else. Someone will appreciate that, one day.”

“Ah, that’s a secret. Can’t tell you.” He said in reference to popping the bottle lid with ease. “I’m kidding. I’ll show you next drink you grab. If you can handle your liquor, that is.” Richard smiled amusingly at Kori, watching as per usual her interestingly adorable interpretation of a human social norm. “Uh, kind of like that, yeah!” He began, raising his glass above a little, “When you cheers to something, you do it to celebrate something good or to honour someone. You know, I could say… how about this — cheers to us both being good friends all these years. And cheers to many more.” He raised his glass higher towards her, “Then, we clink our glasses together…” He tapped the bottom of his against hers, “… and say cheers. So… cheers.”

Dick Grayson was a very particular person in his likes, his dislikes, and with his patience for the latter. He liked working out, maintaining his physique, and being overly careful about what he consumed (to contrast some of his other male teammates). He liked martial arts, a bit of American Football now and again, and a nice car that he kept in mint condition. He didn’t smile nearly enough and getting a laugh out of the man could at times seem like a real feat to have achieved. He stayed up late into the night but always woke up early, he didn’t like milk in his coffee, and really ought to invest a little more in some colour for his wardrobe. But that was who Dick was, and always would be. A hard shell of a man, trying to move on from his childhood and unorthodox years under the parental guidance of Bruce Wayne. No one ever really got to see the more gentle, open side of him. No one saw Richard, nor was anyone allowed to call him that.

Kori liked to call him Richard.

He remembered the first time he met Koriand’r, not that she seemed to particularly enjoy being called by her own name, either. He’d known her for some time now, and they’d always been good friends, considering they were the oldest in the Titans, but that day always stood out for him. When she had quite literally fallen from the sky in a blaze, crashed right into the man and left him toppling to the ground. She’d spoken to him in a foreign tongue, before kissing him. Suddenly, she was perfect in English. Well, nearly perfect, her grammar tended to be somewhat unique compared to the ordinary human. But from that day onwards, everyone had clocked the strange soft spot Dick had held towards the woman, how he smiled a little more when she was around, how his eyes seemed to enjoy her tall legs and perfectly long, red hair. You couldn’t question him on it though.

It was late at night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms for private time, even Garfield, though he seemed to be awkwardly attempting to get into Rachel’s good books more often than normal, recently. Dick had been sat in his room for some time now; the place was minimalist, crisp, and spotless. Not a speck of dirt, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Freshly shaved, he was about to switch off the lights and get some sleep, when he heard, muffled, what sounded like a yelp, and an unfamiliar male voice. Always a pesimist, his face deepened in a frown, slowly rising from the bed and making his way out of his bedroom door and into the dark hallway, following the sound of the stranger, wanting to know who fuck was in his headquarters that he hadn’t authorised.

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“Ah, you noticed that, hm?” Damn, he needed to work on sneaking around a little better again, he’d gotten lazy. He didn’t like that feeling. “Of course, I do, Kori. If not, I wouldn’t be here beside you right now.” He smiled, shoving his hands in the pockets of his baggy, grey joggers, beginning to walk alongside her down the hallway in the direction of their kitchen. Richard was deeply, and utterly oblivious to any ounce of a feeling Kori might have held towards him. He listened and simply believed she found no gentlemen during her ventures into the downtown nightlife each weekend. “You’ll find him, Kor. I promise.”

Opening the door into large kitchen, he only looked over at her and smiled. The kitchen, a commonplace for the team, had large and wide windows that looked out perfectly onto the sparkling skyline of the city in distance. It was beautiful. “Ah, come on. I knew you’d say yes.” He chuckled softly, opening up the large, silver fridge in the centre, grabbing a couple of bottles. “We’ll avoid the cans then, shall we? The aluminum containers, I mean.” Placing the bottles down on the island worktop in the centre, he grabbed one, angled it against the edge of the counter, before knocking it gently, popping the lid off in one, swift movement. He did same for the other.

“Here.” He smiled, holding out a beer for her to take. He grabbed his own and held it up, “Cheers to… to finding a normal, decent person to fall in love with.” He paused, “You know what cheersing is, don’t you?”

Dick Grayson was a very particular person in his likes, his dislikes, and with his patience for the latter. He liked working out, maintaining his physique, and being overly careful about what he consumed (to contrast some of his other male teammates). He liked martial arts, a bit of American Football now and again, and a nice car that he kept in mint condition. He didn’t smile nearly enough and getting a laugh out of the man could at times seem like a real feat to have achieved. He stayed up late into the night but always woke up early, he didn’t like milk in his coffee, and really ought to invest a little more in some colour for his wardrobe. But that was who Dick was, and always would be. A hard shell of a man, trying to move on from his childhood and unorthodox years under the parental guidance of Bruce Wayne. No one ever really got to see the more gentle, open side of him. No one saw Richard, nor was anyone allowed to call him that.

Kori liked to call him Richard.

He remembered the first time he met Koriand’r, not that she seemed to particularly enjoy being called by her own name, either. He’d known her for some time now, and they’d always been good friends, considering they were the oldest in the Titans, but that day always stood out for him. When she had quite literally fallen from the sky in a blaze, crashed right into the man and left him toppling to the ground. She’d spoken to him in a foreign tongue, before kissing him. Suddenly, she was perfect in English. Well, nearly perfect, her grammar tended to be somewhat unique compared to the ordinary human. But from that day onwards, everyone had clocked the strange soft spot Dick had held towards the woman, how he smiled a little more when she was around, how his eyes seemed to enjoy her tall legs and perfectly long, red hair. You couldn’t question him on it though.

It was late at night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms for private time, even Garfield, though he seemed to be awkwardly attempting to get into Rachel’s good books more often than normal, recently. Dick had been sat in his room for some time now; the place was minimalist, crisp, and spotless. Not a speck of dirt, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Freshly shaved, he was about to switch off the lights and get some sleep, when he heard, muffled, what sounded like a yelp, and an unfamiliar male voice. Always a pesimist, his face deepened in a frown, slowly rising from the bed and making his way out of his bedroom door and into the dark hallway, following the sound of the stranger, wanting to know who fuck was in his headquarters that he hadn’t authorised.

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“You could say that, yeah.” He nodded slowly. The night was more quiet, peaceful, dark and protective. He would often step outside to simply listen to the pure silence of the early hours, feel the cold breeze brush over his skin. It allowed him to clear his head, mediate, think without obstacle. Something he might lack otherwise. “I’ve always preferred the quiet —“ Perhaps it was because growing up, he’d been surrounded by noise and loud voices all around. And that was where he’d watched his parents’ demise, at the privy of noise and crowds of people. No, the quiet was better. “— You’re not bothering me at all, Kori, never. I would not be having this conversation with you if I was.”

His smile grew a little at her innocence. “That’s the key word there, Kori — appears. I think human love’s a little overrated these days, it’s not as cool as everyone makes it out to be. I promise.” He looked at her quietly for a moment before clasping his hands together awkwardly. “… Want a beer with me? Or do you still detest the flavour of such things like you did last time?”

Dick Grayson was a very particular person in his likes, his dislikes, and with his patience for the latter. He liked working out, maintaining his physique, and being overly careful about what he consumed (to contrast some of his other male teammates). He liked martial arts, a bit of American Football now and again, and a nice car that he kept in mint condition. He didn’t smile nearly enough and getting a laugh out of the man could at times seem like a real feat to have achieved. He stayed up late into the night but always woke up early, he didn’t like milk in his coffee, and really ought to invest a little more in some colour for his wardrobe. But that was who Dick was, and always would be. A hard shell of a man, trying to move on from his childhood and unorthodox years under the parental guidance of Bruce Wayne. No one ever really got to see the more gentle, open side of him. No one saw Richard, nor was anyone allowed to call him that.

Kori liked to call him Richard.

He remembered the first time he met Koriand’r, not that she seemed to particularly enjoy being called by her own name, either. He’d known her for some time now, and they’d always been good friends, considering they were the oldest in the Titans, but that day always stood out for him. When she had quite literally fallen from the sky in a blaze, crashed right into the man and left him toppling to the ground. She’d spoken to him in a foreign tongue, before kissing him. Suddenly, she was perfect in English. Well, nearly perfect, her grammar tended to be somewhat unique compared to the ordinary human. But from that day onwards, everyone had clocked the strange soft spot Dick had held towards the woman, how he smiled a little more when she was around, how his eyes seemed to enjoy her tall legs and perfectly long, red hair. You couldn’t question him on it though.

It was late at night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms for private time, even Garfield, though he seemed to be awkwardly attempting to get into Rachel’s good books more often than normal, recently. Dick had been sat in his room for some time now; the place was minimalist, crisp, and spotless. Not a speck of dirt, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Freshly shaved, he was about to switch off the lights and get some sleep, when he heard, muffled, what sounded like a yelp, and an unfamiliar male voice. Always a pesimist, his face deepened in a frown, slowly rising from the bed and making his way out of his bedroom door and into the dark hallway, following the sound of the stranger, wanting to know who fuck was in his headquarters that he hadn’t authorised.

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Watching Kori appear beside him, floating midair, she moved in a way that would make most go wide-eyed but Dick didn’t blink an eyelid. This was their norm. They were all weird in their own ways, but it was the norm. The flatline on his lips creeped slowly into a soft smile at her interpretation of Garfield’s frequent slang use. “He didn’t pass the vibe check, Gar would say.” He said, glancing over to check the door was sealed tight before moving away.

The tall male avoided laughing at the way she expressed things, thinking it was rather sweet to how seriously she said them. He didn’t want to embarrass her. “You know me, Kori, I’ve always been a bit of a night owl.” He began, before remembering she didn’t always understand slang or old sayings. “ — I prefer staying up at night, is what I mean.” She didn’t need to know that he had insisted on coming over just because she was around. “Not good at his craft of the sexs then, hm? Guess we won’t be seeing him around here again?”

Dick Grayson was a very particular person in his likes, his dislikes, and with his patience for the latter. He liked working out, maintaining his physique, and being overly careful about what he consumed (to contrast some of his other male teammates). He liked martial arts, a bit of American Football now and again, and a nice car that he kept in mint condition. He didn’t smile nearly enough and getting a laugh out of the man could at times seem like a real feat to have achieved. He stayed up late into the night but always woke up early, he didn’t like milk in his coffee, and really ought to invest a little more in some colour for his wardrobe. But that was who Dick was, and always would be. A hard shell of a man, trying to move on from his childhood and unorthodox years under the parental guidance of Bruce Wayne. No one ever really got to see the more gentle, open side of him. No one saw Richard, nor was anyone allowed to call him that.

Kori liked to call him Richard.

He remembered the first time he met Koriand’r, not that she seemed to particularly enjoy being called by her own name, either. He’d known her for some time now, and they’d always been good friends, considering they were the oldest in the Titans, but that day always stood out for him. When she had quite literally fallen from the sky in a blaze, crashed right into the man and left him toppling to the ground. She’d spoken to him in a foreign tongue, before kissing him. Suddenly, she was perfect in English. Well, nearly perfect, her grammar tended to be somewhat unique compared to the ordinary human. But from that day onwards, everyone had clocked the strange soft spot Dick had held towards the woman, how he smiled a little more when she was around, how his eyes seemed to enjoy her tall legs and perfectly long, red hair. You couldn’t question him on it though.

It was late at night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms for private time, even Garfield, though he seemed to be awkwardly attempting to get into Rachel’s good books more often than normal, recently. Dick had been sat in his room for some time now; the place was minimalist, crisp, and spotless. Not a speck of dirt, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Freshly shaved, he was about to switch off the lights and get some sleep, when he heard, muffled, what sounded like a yelp, and an unfamiliar male voice. Always a pesimist, his face deepened in a frown, slowly rising from the bed and making his way out of his bedroom door and into the dark hallway, following the sound of the stranger, wanting to know who fuck was in his headquarters that he hadn’t authorised.

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Dick kept his arms folded, kept his eyes firmly on the other man, wondering what went through some of these pea-brains’ heads. He had to admit, he rather liked being as tall as he was when it came to things like this; his father had never been so towering as he was, he wondered where it had come from. Kori’s insistence didn’t go unheard to the brooding figure, nodding a little and glancing her way, his pupils softening slightly as they always did when he looked her way. “You are.” He assured her calmly, having had to sit with her one evening some time ago now when they had first met, to teach her how to be coherent in what she wanted from people. But even still, some men never understood a simple ‘no’. Clearing his throat slightly, he rolled his shoulders back and focused back on the man. “Enough.” He began simply, “It’s over when she says it’s over. Or do you not understand?” He could feel the look of begging eyes from Kori, making him sigh a little. “Alright, bro. You’ve said enough.”

Anyone walking by would hear the sound of the door opened wide and loudly yell, followed by a thud. Dick had, almost too easily, grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt with his hand and gave him hard and simple push to the chest, sending his flying out onto the street and to the ground. He groaned loudly, rubbing his back as he withered on the floor from the impact. “You get home safe now.” Dick spoke sarcastically, slamming the door shut tight. He looked at his watch, it was 2am. He looked at Kori.

“Several hours, Kor?” He asked, finally cracking a small smile as he entered the pin on the wall to seal the door shut tight.

Dick Grayson was a very particular person in his likes, his dislikes, and with his patience for the latter. He liked working out, maintaining his physique, and being overly careful about what he consumed (to contrast some of his other male teammates). He liked martial arts, a bit of American Football now and again, and a nice car that he kept in mint condition. He didn’t smile nearly enough and getting a laugh out of the man could at times seem like a real feat to have achieved. He stayed up late into the night but always woke up early, he didn’t like milk in his coffee, and really ought to invest a little more in some colour for his wardrobe. But that was who Dick was, and always would be. A hard shell of a man, trying to move on from his childhood and unorthodox years under the parental guidance of Bruce Wayne. No one ever really got to see the more gentle, open side of him. No one saw Richard, nor was anyone allowed to call him that.

Kori liked to call him Richard.

He remembered the first time he met Koriand’r, not that she seemed to particularly enjoy being called by her own name, either. He’d known her for some time now, and they’d always been good friends, considering they were the oldest in the Titans, but that day always stood out for him. When she had quite literally fallen from the sky in a blaze, crashed right into the man and left him toppling to the ground. She’d spoken to him in a foreign tongue, before kissing him. Suddenly, she was perfect in English. Well, nearly perfect, her grammar tended to be somewhat unique compared to the ordinary human. But from that day onwards, everyone had clocked the strange soft spot Dick had held towards the woman, how he smiled a little more when she was around, how his eyes seemed to enjoy her tall legs and perfectly long, red hair. You couldn’t question him on it though.

It was late at night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms for private time, even Garfield, though he seemed to be awkwardly attempting to get into Rachel’s good books more often than normal, recently. Dick had been sat in his room for some time now; the place was minimalist, crisp, and spotless. Not a speck of dirt, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Freshly shaved, he was about to switch off the lights and get some sleep, when he heard, muffled, what sounded like a yelp, and an unfamiliar male voice. Always a pesimist, his face deepened in a frown, slowly rising from the bed and making his way out of his bedroom door and into the dark hallway, following the sound of the stranger, wanting to know who fuck was in his headquarters that he hadn’t authorised.

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Turning the corner, Dick clenched his jaw a little in irritation at the idea of an unauthorised stranger in their headquarters. The Titan’s Tower was an extremely secretive place, who knew who they could be letting inside! What if someone had infiltrated it? An array of possibilities crossed his mind as he wandered down the corridor, fists clenching a little, preparing himself for anything, but the closer he got to the sound of the two voices, the less uneasy he became, and the more disgruntled he grew; Kori had one of her visitors over. It was common knowledge among the Titans by now that the alien girl was still learning about the common basics of planet earth, but she had a real knack of finding herself in the company of human men. Loudly. Everyone had learned to occupy themselves and ensure loud music was playing when Kori had a visitor over. Slowing down, Dick watched and listened as he saw the way she stood in the corridor trying to get the stranger out, and failing miserably, her face full of exasperation and his full of cocky frustration.

Dick’s own facial features softened at the sight of the woman, taking in how lovely she looked in the dress with her hair flowing behind her back. He grew distracted for a moment, and the last thing Dick Grayson liked to be, was distracted. Distracted by the idea that someone had been in her bed for the evening. Almost shaking his head a little, he cast that silly, little thought aside, before returning to his widely known, stoic demeanour. He folded his arms as he appeared beside the pair slowly, his lips perfectly straight, looking down at the man who just couldn’t seem to take ‘no’ for answer and preferred vulgarities instead. Dick towered over him easily, he towered over near enough everyone, standing at 6’5”, with a perfectly toned and muscular body, his plain, black t-shirt fitting each crease and line of his body perfectly.

“Too late.” He began, glancing at Kori before turning back to the man he’d never met. “Is this man bothering you, Kori?” He asked, staring him right in the eye, not breaking contact nor blinking once. You perfected that kind of vibe when you’d grown up mentored by the Batman, of all people. “She’s asked you to leave… so I think you should respect that, you understand?”

Dick Grayson was a very particular person in his likes, his dislikes, and with his patience for the latter. He liked working out, maintaining his physique, and being overly careful about what he consumed (to contrast some of his other male teammates). He liked martial arts, a bit of American Football now and again, and a nice car that he kept in mint condition. He didn’t smile nearly enough and getting a laugh out of the man could at times seem like a real feat to have achieved. He stayed up late into the night but always woke up early, he didn’t like milk in his coffee, and really ought to invest a little more in some colour for his wardrobe. But that was who Dick was, and always would be. A hard shell of a man, trying to move on from his childhood and unorthodox years under the parental guidance of Bruce Wayne. No one ever really got to see the more gentle, open side of him. No one saw Richard, nor was anyone allowed to call him that.

Kori liked to call him Richard.

He remembered the first time he met Koriand’r, not that she seemed to particularly enjoy being called by her own name, either. He’d known her for some time now, and they’d always been good friends, considering they were the oldest in the Titans, but that day always stood out for him. When she had quite literally fallen from the sky in a blaze, crashed right into the man and left him toppling to the ground. She’d spoken to him in a foreign tongue, before kissing him. Suddenly, she was perfect in English. Well, nearly perfect, her grammar tended to be somewhat unique compared to the ordinary human. But from that day onwards, everyone had clocked the strange soft spot Dick had held towards the woman, how he smiled a little more when she was around, how his eyes seemed to enjoy her tall legs and perfectly long, red hair. You couldn’t question him on it though.

It was late at night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms for private time, even Garfield, though he seemed to be awkwardly attempting to get into Rachel’s good books more often than normal, recently. Dick had been sat in his room for some time now; the place was minimalist, crisp, and spotless. Not a speck of dirt, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Freshly shaved, he was about to switch off the lights and get some sleep, when he heard, muffled, what sounded like a yelp, and an unfamiliar male voice. Always a pesimist, his face deepened in a frown, slowly rising from the bed and making his way out of his bedroom door and into the dark hallway, following the sound of the stranger, wanting to know who fuck was in his headquarters that he hadn’t authorised.

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Dick Grayson was a very particular person in his likes, his dislikes, and with his patience for the latter. He liked working out, maintaining his physique, and being overly careful about what he consumed (to contrast some of his other male teammates). He liked martial arts, a bit of American Football now and again, and a nice car that he kept in mint condition. He didn’t smile nearly enough and getting a laugh out of the man could at times seem like a real feat to have achieved. He stayed up late into the night but always woke up early, he didn’t like milk in his coffee, and really ought to invest a little more in some colour for his wardrobe. But that was who Dick was, and always would be. A hard shell of a man, trying to move on from his childhood and unorthodox years under the parental guidance of Bruce Wayne. No one ever really got to see the more gentle, open side of him. No one saw Richard, nor was anyone allowed to call him that.

Kori liked to call him Richard.

He remembered the first time he met Koriand’r, not that she seemed to particularly enjoy being called by her own name, either. He’d known her for some time now, and they’d always been good friends, considering they were the oldest in the Titans, but that day always stood out for him. When she had quite literally fallen from the sky in a blaze, crashed right into the man and left him toppling to the ground. She’d spoken to him in a foreign tongue, before kissing him. Suddenly, she was perfect in English. Well, nearly perfect, her grammar tended to be somewhat unique compared to the ordinary human. But from that day onwards, everyone had clocked the strange soft spot Dick had held towards the woman, how he smiled a little more when she was around, how his eyes seemed to enjoy her tall legs and perfectly long, red hair. You couldn’t question him on it though.

It was late at night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms for private time, even Garfield, though he seemed to be awkwardly attempting to get into Rachel’s good books more often than normal, recently. Dick had been sat in his room for some time now; the place was minimalist, crisp, and spotless. Not a speck of dirt, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Freshly shaved, he was about to switch off the lights and get some sleep, when he heard, muffled, what sounded like a yelp, and an unfamiliar male voice. Always a pesimist, his face deepened in a frown, slowly rising from the bed and making his way out of his bedroom door and into the dark hallway, following the sound of the stranger, wanting to know who fuck was in his headquarters that he hadn’t authorised.

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NIGHTWING (2016) #79