Hearing the front door click shut behind Dick's ankles as he kicks it shuts sends my entire system into overdrive.

Oh my god, oh my God, oh my God! My mind began to scream. But before I could let the infinite insanity that was the maze of my mind and emotions take over, I violently pulled myself out of the never-ending spiral and focused on the now and the present.

"CLARK!" I screamed to keep myself grounded and aware.

"Note." Dick simply pointed.

I look at him and see he's pointing to the counter all the way in the kitchen. A small white note rested on the marble counter with a small breakfast waffle sticker holding it to the surface.

I look back at Dick with awe and wonder.

"How did you-!?" I began.

"Detective." He simply responds with a smug smile and a cocky point at himself.

"I have x-ray vision!" I counter.

"And I was raised by Batman." Dick retorts with a wave of his arm as he walks backwards away from me into the living room, gesturing that he's won the argument.

"That can't be your response to everything! 5 seconds ago I barely knew your last name! If Greyson even IS your current last name!!"

Dick chuckles at my paranoia.

"It is, I swear. I'm not currently keeping any more secrets from you." He dumps his backpack on the floor beside the couch and dumps himself onto the couch as I fetch Clark's note from the kitchen.

"Really! You're not?? You promise!?" I flock to Dick's side with unrestrained hope in my eyes.

He opens his mouth to give me a quick response but then pauses for a minute.

Several emotions dart across his face, even too fast for my hyper senses to pick up on and read.

After a moment of silence, Dick solemnly looks me back dead in the face and says-

"One."

"Huh?" I say confused as I plop down on the couch next to him.

"I'm only keeping one more secret from you."

My heart drops.

I lean away from him on the couch and ponder his revelation for a moment of my own.

I could feel the sliver of annoyance snake through me at his words, but also a cold wave of relief at having finally being trusted with the cold harsh truth for once and not being treated as some sort of baby or infant.

"Okay..." I begin to say, leaning back towards him and sitting up straight on the couch.

Dick's always calculating blue eyes never left my face, gauging my ever movement and ready to react accordingly at a moment's notice.

Thank you..." I begin to say.

I see a small smile begin to form on his face.

Then I punch him in the shoulder.

Hard.

"-and fuck you." I finish triumphantly.

Dick gasps for air at the searing pain I must've inflicted, but it never wavered his smile for a bit.

"Fair enough," He manages to choke out through the pain.

I stick my nose up and point it in the opposite direction as I puff my cheeks out, trying to convey my feelings clearly as I see girls do in the Asian animated shows I watch.

"What are you, a hamster or an anime girl???" Dick comments.

"Do you plan on telling me this secret one day?" I quickly asked him, whipping my head to look at him.

"I do." He answers without a moment's hesitation.

I freeze at that.

Not only because it wasn't the answer I expected...but because he was also taking his shirt off.

I could not help but stare. Trust me I tried.

He'd shrugged out of his suit jacket and was currently popping off the last of his dress shirt's buttons.

All thoughts of protest or acceptance I had at his words immediately flew out of my head. I resolved to accept his answer, for now. But more pressing matters were at hand.

Like the sheer bulging mass of Dick's abs and pecks in my face right now.

He must've caught my eagle-eyed stare as the flash of his white teeth broke my almost hypnotic trance.

"Do you plan to watch me undress, or will you follow my lead and go into your room to take off these fru-fru rich people's clothes." Then I see a twinkle of mischief sparkle in his eyes. "Oooooor....I could help you undress. If you want-"

I do not let him finish speaking as I slap Clark's still unread note down on the side table and shimmy my way to my room.

I completely forgot I was still wearing the ball gown, and all the weight of it and the entire events of today came crashing down hard on me.

"You could just...fly to your room. Save yourself all this unnecessary trouble." Dick says to me through the laughter of his earlier teasing when I was literally an inch away from my door.

I just take a deep breath to centre myself, flip him the bird, and walk into my room accompanied by more roars of laughter from him.

"Stupid asshole!" I mumbled to myself in frustration as I kick off my glossy high-heeled shoe.

"Annoying smartass smile!" I spit out next as I fidget with my earrings to get them off and toss them on my bed which I'm sure disappeared, never again to be found, as soon as it made contact.

"Fucking hot, sexy, bastard!!" I messed up whatever semblance of a style my hair had. Completely wrecking it like the thoughts in my head currently were.

"I can't anything you're saying, but I'm flattered regardless and I'll take whatever was said as a compliment!" I hear him call out.

"I actually will not hesitate to hurt you-ARGH!" Searing pain radiates through my scalp as I was angrily shoving my beautiful blue dress off my body and my hair gets caught on the dress zipper.

"Are you okay!?" I immediately hear Dick's voice at my door, knocking it as he spoke.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." I quickly try to reassure him.

I think about the situation for a moment, and try to inflict my own form of cheeky revenge on the man that's practically been teasing me none stop all night.

"Actually...I might need some help..." I was still unsure if I could follow through with what I planned to do, but who had time for regrets?

Certainly not me.

Dick had already started to walk away from my door, but stopped once I talked.

"What do you need help with?" He asked.

I slowly open my door, and see his eyeballs nearly pop out of his head.

"My hair's stuck in my dress, and I'm not in the mood to ripe it out to get it unstuck. Well, I can. But M'gann has nagged me to stop doing this as a first choice otherwise I'll become bald very quickly."

"Uh..." I hear Dick quickly swallow 3 times in a row as his mouth must've gone completely dry in an instant.

"Dick?"

My words must've snapped his mind back to our reality as his eyes focused back on me.

"Huh? Y-yeah, yeah!" His body instantly moves, robotically might I add, and I step away from the door and turn my back to him.

His fingers lift up slowly and brush my hair that wasn't stuck out of the way to assess the damage.

I expect to feel cold at his touch, but his fingertips were warm, making me hyper-aware of Dick even more.

Once he'd tucked all my safe hair out of the way, he brings his hands back, running it along the edge of my shoulder, down my entire shoulder blade, and ends at the spine of my back.

I literally don't know how I've refrained from screaming my lungs out at this point.

"Oh whoa, it's really bad back here." Dick says through a particularly hoarse and gruff voice. He clears it immediately. "I blame Jason." He instantly adds.

I couldn't help but chuckle at that, and struggle to stay still as Dick warns me not to make sudden movements or my hair will be ripped out.

He starts to pull out small strands of my hair out of the intricate zipper. Slowly being able to move faster and faster till I feel the last of my hair gets pulled free.

"Freeeedom!" I cry in happy pleasure. "Thank you so mu-"

I feel Dick's lip touch the skin between my neck and shoulder.

It took all my willpower not to go into complete system shutdown.

"Where else did it hurt?" I hear him sensually ask from behind me, pulling down my zipper aaaaaall the way to the end for me so I don't have another accident.

I slowly turn to face him, holding up the front of the dress to cover my boobs from complete exposure.

I didn't trust my mouth to speak, so I pointed to the section of my head that hurt.

Dick leans over and plants a soft affectionate kiss there, and pulls back.

"I kissed it to make it better...p-platonically!" Dick seemed to have come to his senses in the moment and was panicking on how I would react to what he just did.

I looked up at his face and only one thing was playing on repeat in my head.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss him! Kiss him!! Kiss him!!! I WANT TO KISS HIM SO BAD!!!

I internally held my breath.

The look on Dick's face showed that he'd shut me down without a second thought the moment I tried to do anything so reckless.

A kiss on the neck wasn't as consequential as a kiss on the lips.

Or was that just a lie I was telling myself?

I look down and away from him, breaking the suffocating eye contact.

Regardless of whatever has been said or done, if he turns down a kiss from me...I don't think I could physically handle it.

So far we've just been playfully teasing each other. Ramping up the intensity to see how far we could go. But as for that final move, it would never be me who takes it.

It has to be him.

"Thanks for the help. I've got it from here." I firmly put a hand on his still shirtless chest and push him away.

Things could've really gotten dangerous. Two hot nearly naked people engaging in some shenaniganry? I shudder at the thought and cry at the lost potential.

I feel Dick's chest heave down as a massive sigh of relief escapes his lungs.

I feel a piece of my heart break.

I was right. He would have rejected me. I'd made the right choice...

But why did it still feel so wrong?

"S-sure." He whispers in relief.

We broke apart silently and he closes the door firmly behind him. As if trying to send a subliminal message.

He didn't have to do any of that. I've read the room and his feelings for me loud and clear.

Cheeky playfulness was fine.

But absolutely nothing more.

I tear off the heavy dress and throw on my night crop top and bedtime booty shorts.

What? Nothing may be able to happen between us, but that didn't mean I wasn't gonna torture the absolute living daylight out of him in the process because I was indeed that petty.

I'd test the absolute limits of his so-called "restraint".

And if it broke? Well, that was just good news to me.

I walk out and immediately got a perfect response and Dick, in a nighttime cotton shirt and shorts, chokes on the glass of water he was drinking.

"Oh, c'mon!" He cries in agony.

"I warned you that I wouldn't change anything about my nighttime routine!" I scoff back, proudly walking towards him and showing off my skin in all its pale glory.

"Yeah, I know. But still! Have some decency woman! I can see your ankles!" He wails in mock agony.

"Imma show you more than just my ankles!" I fish up a pillow from the couch cushions and slap it over Dick's head, sending him flying down into the couch.

"Mercy!!"

"You deserve none!!!"

A compromise was made where I could stay dressed as I was, but keep my scandalous body under a blanket. Which I was gonna do anyway but still fought vehemently against because it defeats the purpose of wearing it in the first place!

Dick pleads with me for the sake of his heart rate, and I cave because, as he'd said, we'd tortured each other enough.

We'd just settle down on the couch, both under the blanket, because equality, were about to watch a movie when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Dick smoothly gets up from the couch and answers the door.

It was at that moment I remembered Clark's note and reach for it to read it.

I begged Barry to come over and watch you when you got home.

An alarm should've notified him when you got in the house,

And he should be there soon.

Sorry, you can yell at me later.

xoxo Clark/Kal

I crumple the note from him in my hand in aggravation.

It was sweet that he signed off with both his names for my sake.

But I wanted to rip his head off for his continued treatment of me like a helpless child.

"Yeah. Sorry for wasting your time. You're not needed. I got this!" I hear Dick say to someone at the door.

"Thank God Almighty. Would've been a helluva awkward evening. Later Richard!"

I hear the mild sound of static and Dick walks back into the living room with a box of pizza.

My eyes, ears and nose perk up at the sight, smell, and sound of food.

"Was that Barry Allen?" I ask, never taking my sight off the pizza box. If I had a tail it would be wagging profusely.

"Yeah! How'd the fuck you know??"

I toss him the crumpled-up piece of paper in my hand and yanked the pizza box out of his.

Dick sits back down next to me as he reads it over.

"Jesus Christ, Clark!" He smacks a hand over his face.

He then looks at me with slight remorse but sees I was already tearing off 3 slices of pizza.

"Hello!? Can you wait for me to get the plate from the kitchen!?"

"No." I firmly say as I take a huge bite.

Dick huffs lightly at my action and gets up to still get the unnecessary plates and two soda drinks from the fridge.

"I guess it was the right call to order pizza then as soon as we got here. Should've seen the look on the delivery guy's face when he saw The Flash apparate beside him.

I giggle at the thought.

He passes me a bottle of the drink and I chug it down hungrily.

"Can you at least pretend to pace yourself? Let's at least make it to the credits of the film before half the food is gone." Dick pulls out two slices of pizza for himself and places them on the plate before settling back on the couch and digging back into the blanket next to me.

"You know the pizza box counts as a plate too, right?"

"I'm still not a savage like you. We live in a civilized society goddammit!"

"You're just a rich boy."

"Can't argue with that." He picks up a remote and begins to scroll through all of the two streaming services Clark has.

Damn reporter's salary.

"Sooooo, are we walking Cinderella 2015, the inferior live-action version, or The Greatest Showman?" Dick asks me, squinting at the tv.

"Why not both? I wanna watch the Cinderella one first though! Her blue dress on the cover kinda looks like mine. The one I wore today,"

Dick's head whips back to the tv screen.

"Oh my God, it does!" He cries out in shock and surprise.

I laugh and settle more comfortably into the couch.

Dick does the same and shoves his shoulder playfully against mine.

I just shake my head at him and rest my head on his shoulder.

I see a satisfied grin spread across his face in my peripheral.

I try my best not to think of the both of us in this moment as the most domestic shit I've ever witnessed.

This is normal.

It has to be normal.

No matter what happens tomorrow, I can trust this would always stay the same and wait for me.

I twist my hand around Dick's biceps and settle in to watch a magical movie.

This was just a regular evening for me. With my bestfriend.

And nothing will change that.

Ever.

I hope...

And as if trying to satiate my troubled thoughts.

Dick's own head rests down on the crown of mine.

As if silently telling me he also wasn't going anywhere.

It almost brought tears to my eyes from how sweet and wholesome it was.

Fuck. I really did love him.

I feel Dick oddly squeeze my hand reassuringly at the exact same moment.

The sound of the movie quickly takes over the apartment, fully grabbing our attention.

We settle in for an equally magically evening of just enjoying each other's company as our authentic, cheeky, raw, and comfortable selves.