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The five times Robin fell in love with a Red Lantern and the one time she fell harder five years later.
Nightwing x OC
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"And what if I say that I brought the goddess of the universe some breakfast and flowers?"
"I'd tell you to stop climbing through my fire escape at the crack of dawn," I said without looking up from my laptop. "And I'm not a goddess. Right now, I'm a college student struggling with an essay."
"Mhm, how'd you sleep?" Dick ignored my previous statement, setting down a bag and three coffee cups on the kitchen counter. "Where's Kyle?"
"Fell asleep sketching, so I carried him to his room."
Dick paused mid-unpacking.
"You carried him?"
"Superhuman strength, remember?" I shrugged. "Last mission I threw a bus and no one bat an eye."
A slow, amused smile curved across Dick's face.
"Mhm, yeah," he said, leaning on the counter with both hands. "Right. You threw a bus. Totally normal Tuesday stuff."
"It was a Tuesday," I deadpanned.
"I'm just trying to picture it. Kyle passed out with crayons in hand—"
"Colored pencils."
"And you scooping him up bridal-style."
"I didn't scoop him bridal-style," I said, cheeks warming. "It was more like... dragging a heavy toddler."
"Sure," Dick murmured, clearly not believing me. "Because nothing says 'fear me, I am the First White Lantern' like tucking in your idiot brother."
"You say that like you wouldn't tuck Wally in."
"Wally kicks in his sleep," Dick countered. "Last time I tried, he broke my nose."
"That sounds like a skill issue. I've done it once and had no problems."
"You also bench-press starships," Dick reminded me. "Pretty sure you could tuck in a rabid gorilla and come out unscathed."
"I mean... probably," I admitted.
He laughed under his breath, soft and warm, then slid a coffee toward me. My favorite. Exactly the way I take it.
"Show off," I smiled. "What's with the flowers?"
He held them out with a little shrug, a half-smile tugging at his mouth.
"Well," he said lightly, "I figured if my girlfriend ascends into a cosmic being, the least I can do is match her aesthetic."
"Dick-"
"And," he added, stepping closer, "because they reminded me of you."
"Oh really? How poetic. Do tell, Nightwing."
"Well," he cleared his throat dramatically, leaning down until our noses almost brushed, "the red ones reminded me of your eyes, obviously."
