𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰
Dick Grayson X Fem!reader
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Dick yearns for you, his friend, knowing he can never have you.
Dick Grayson is upstairs, shirts he keeps at the manor that he uses when he sleeps here on occasions sprawled out on the bed.
“Stephanie do you think the blue sweater is too much for brunch?” Dick asks while fiddling with the collar.
Stephanie, who’s also on the bed flipping through a magazine glances up at him and rolls her eyes, “I wouldn’t know Dick— we’ve never done brunch before.”
Dick glances back “I said sorry, okay? It just came out. Besides it gives Alfred a reason to go all out and cook.”
Stephanie laughs before rolling over and standing up. “The blue looks fine, Dick.”
Knocks can be heard from the downstairs doors. Dicks head whips towards the sound.
Stephanie moves out of the way as he rushes downstairs shouting to Alfred he’s got it before the man can even walk over.
Dick straightens out the sweater, fixes his hair, and takes a deep breath before opening the door.
The breath was useless when you just knocked it out of him.
There you stand, illuminated by the sun, smiling, hair unkempt in the spring breeze.
He smiles
“Please— come in.”
He opens the door wider as you step inside, you brush past him and he gets a hint of vanilla.
His brain short circuits for just a moment before he (gathers himself). He turns finally facing.
“Thanks for coming.” He finally gets out.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” You reply bashful. You hold up the small box “I brought these— where should I-“
“The kitchen, I’ll show you— follow me.” He interjects before ushering you to the kitchen.
To Dick it’s a normal morning, to you it’s chaotic.
Jason sits on the counter ‘taste testing’.
Tim drinks coffee— a new batch already being brewed beside him.
Bruce is on the phone with Lucious Fox, talking about ‘quarterly reports’.
Damian is in the corner of the kitchen reading ‘Titus Andronicus’ the play converted to a book by William Shakespeare.
Cassandra is sitting on a chair snacking on a bowl of fruit with salt and paprika dusted over the top.
Stephanie walks in behind you and Dick smiling at you before settling beside Cass and taking a chunk of fruit and popping it in her mouth.
Dick takes the pastry box from you and sets it next to Alfred who’s buzzing around the kitchen.
“Master Jason, please— I do not need you tasting my food I’m well aware that it’s satisfactory.” Alfred scolds
Jason with a mouthful of potatoes replies “I’m just tryna keep you honest Al.”
Alfred shoots Jason a warning glare.
Jason puts his hands up in surrender and hops off the counter.
But Dicks eyes stay on you, gaging your reaction to the room and environment.
You and Dick have been friends for about a year now, and he has loved you quietly for just as long.
It started with coffee, you walked in, ordered and tipped. When you turned you bumped into him. Both spilling coffee everywhere.
It was just…easy after that.
He’s kept what he does at night from you, you assume he’s a weirdly athletic and sleep deprived rich kid.
And Dick let’s you believe that
Tim finally looks up noticing the pair. “You look happy.”
Dick turns around “maybe I’m in a happy mood.”
You wander towards the girls as you all begin to talk and laugh.
Dick watches the group heart warm and aching.
Jason mutters to Tim “he’s a goner.”
Tim snorts “it’s tragic really.” Before bringing the mug back up to his lips.
“I can hear you.” Dick says, leaning against the counter.
“Why don’t you just tell her you like her.” Jason questions while sneaking another potato when Alfred isn’t looking.
That is the problem.
He could tell you. He has rehearsed it in his head a thousand different ways. On rooftops. In the shower. While icing bruised ribs you will never know about.
But if he tells you, he risks everything changing.
What if you pull away?
What if you become careful with your easy affection, albeit platonic?
What if he drags you into something you never asked to be apart of?
“She deserves something simple.” He replies finally.
“And you’re not?” Jason says with a snort in his voice.
“You know what I mean.”
Dick says before heading outside to the table. Helping set it.
Soon after everyone else walks out helping Alfred bring out the food and putting it on the table.
You laugh at something Stephanie says and it hits Dick square in the chest. It catches him off guard.
Your laugh is one of the things Dick loves most about you.
It starts off small like you’re trying to hold it back until it spills over into something real, warm, and round.
He’s always thought it sounds like relief.
Dick eyes you from across the table.
Yearning.
Because he knows he can’t have you.
Knows you need something different.
Simple.
