Dick

Dick was sitting on a rooftop, binoculars in hand as he used them to peer through the window of your small, shitty apartment. He'd been doing this for weeks now - ever since he found out you were Red Hood, and where your apartment was. He'd sit there and watch as you got ready for bed, just to keep an eye on you, in that shitty building. He didn't mean it to be creepy, he really didn't, he only realized a week in what he must look like. Sitting there with binoculars staring into a window. A total creep. But he just wanted to make sure that you were okay.

And tonight... Well, he noticed something new once you were getting into bed. You'd stripped down to boxers like usual, but then you reached for the base of one of the rods on your cheap ass bedframe. For a moment he thought you were just adjusting it because that bed had to absolutely suck, it was so low quality. But then he realized that you had pulled up a metal ring that glinted in the low light - a pair of handcuffs, one cuffed to the bed.

He watched in growing horror as you fastened one wrist into the open side and laid down, even though you were alone. Pulling your blanket up one-handed like it was the most natural thing, clearly used to doing this. There was no one else who stayed in that apartment, and you were a good fighter, and neither made sense here anyway. Why would you cuff yourself while asleep?

He lowered the binoculars, eyes looking over the building, still settled on your window. His arms hung over the ledge of the rooftop he was hanging out on. He leaned on the half-wall heavily. "Oh, little wing... What have you been through?"

Dick was back in Gotham for the first time in a few years, having finally made up with Bruce after their big fight. It was a quiet night but he decided to give his dad some help with the patrol and reacquaint himself with the city, given how often it changed. He lived in Bludhaven most of the time now and usually did his patrols there, but since he and Bruce made up, he'd been visiting more often. Bludhaven was as bad, if not worse, as Gotham, but he figured it was fine for a few nights especially since he called his friends to keep an eye out.

Suddenly, he bumped rather harshly into a man he hadn't seen coming - shockingly, considering how tall the guy was. Seriously, how had he missed this man who was about the same height as Bruce, and built to match?! He looked dangerous too, the way his gaze shone out from under that hood was pure anger. But fuck, somehow he was still handsome, in a way Dick was entirely unprepared to handle. This guy had the most striking green eyes, and for some reason he felt weirdly familiar, even though Dick couldn't place him.

"Sorry!" Dick said, holding his hands up in a show of peace, instinctively trying to settle the man who was clearly on guard. "Didn't see ya coming there. Must've gotten a little rusty on my situational awareness, I'll have to work on that. You alright?"

Dick's safehouses were supposed to be, well, safehouses. They were few and far in between, especially in Gotham, for him alone. Well, him and whoever he brought to them - but the point is, they were meant to be private, with only him knowing the location of every one. So when he heard a rather loud knock at the door, he was startled enough to shake him out of the exhaustion he'd felt - who the hell was at his door?! No one should know he was here, let alone where this specific safehouse was in the first place - he'd literally never brought anyone to this one before.

He pulled on some sweatpants to be somewhat decent, given he'd been lounging in his boxers because he'd just finished patching himself up. "Coming!" he called as he tugged a hoodie over his head, making his way to the door like this was a regular place of residence and not a vigilante hideout. He got to the door and pulled it open with a mildly miffed expression. "Who is it? How'd you even get here?"