Here's a snippet of a dickroy fic that I've been working on. It's based on the episode of New Girl 'Quick Hardening Caulk'.
P.S This is not beta read yet because I'm not done with the fic, and it is still going through final edits.
“Fuck you, man,” Dick says as he balances with his hands on the roof ledge of a random building. Roy had tricked him into thinking there was some emergency and trapped him into patrolling with him instead.
“I was like, really busy.”
“You can brood on the coach any other time, Dickie,” Roy says. He’s sitting on the same ledge swinging his legs, “You haven’t left the tower in three days, it’s concerning.”
He continues, taking out a bag of cashews from his belt compartment. “We talked about it, and I volunteered.”
“Wait, you guys talked about me?”
Ignoring his question, Roy continues speaking, chewing on the cashews as he talks.
“You can talk to me, y'know," his tone, more serious now. He looks over at Dick, who comes to sit next to Roy. He offers him some cashews, and Dick takes them in kind.
He can't say anything to him. Dick can’t allow anything to happen between them. They’ve known each other for years; he’s one of his oldest friends. Their teammates.
Roy’s eyes take on a whole new palette against the sun. The usual muted colours now glimmer in vivid hues. The harsh rays beat down from above, painting Roy in a heavenly way, his hair also ignited in several shades of orange.
And Dick’s sad. Sad because Roy can’t read his mind. Because even if he could, Dick wouldn’t let him.
For a moment, Dick lets his mind wander. Imagines a world where he has the courage to open up to Roy about everything, a world where Roy smiles—that crooked way of his—and looks at Dick, really looks at him.
A world where Roy reaches out, gently cupping his cheek, and Dick doesn’t flinch away but instead leans in, closing the distance between them until they're a breath away from each other.
Locking eyes once more, right before he—
That thought is abruptly halted when Roy grabs his shoulders and swiftly turns him around.
“Shit, I think that granny’s ‘bout to get robbed!” He points toward an alleyway, where indeed there is a man dressed in a cliche ski mask attempting to snatch a poor old lady’s purse.
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