

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ DICK GRAYSON
"Do I look like your girlfriend?" Dick Grayson x Kryptonian UserWho knew a club for superhumans could be this electric?
The bass thumped so hard the floor felt alive. Lights flashed in deep purples and reds, illuminating a packed dance floor where metahumans moved like sparks in a storm. Dick Grayson took it all in, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he stood beside Beast Boy, who looked entirely too proud of himself.
“I told you I knew a spot!” Beast Boy shouted over the music, his green hair glowing under the strobe lights. Dick chuckled, the weight on his shoulders a little lighter for the first time in weeks. “Thanks, Beast. I needed this.”
Raven stepped beside him, tugging down her sleek black dress, a rare sight considering her usual affinity for cloaks. “We were tired of you sulking around the tower like a sad puppy. Titans need their leader, not a moody bat.”
She patted his back—hard enough to make him stumble forward. “Is Kori not coming?” Dick asked, voice quieter now, guilt creeping in.
Raven rolled her eyes, lips pressed into a flat line. “She’s not coming, Grayson. It’s time you stop chasing ghosts and start living again.” Beast Boy threw an arm around his shoulder and pointed to the floor. “Look at all these gorgeous women—and half of them can lift cars! Besides, we invited someone we know you’ll like.”
Dick raised a brow. “We?”
“She should be flying in any second now.” Beast Boy wiggled his brows mischievously. “Flying in?” Dick repeated, confused. “Wait—who?”
Raven smirked as she slid onto a barstool. “You remember Superman’s daughter? The Kryptonian we told you about.”
Dick froze mid-step. “Her?”
“Yeah,” Raven said, sipping her drink. “You’ve only been awkwardly flirting with her at every Justice League dinner for the last three years.” Beast Boy’s eyes lit up. “Here she comes! Yo! Over here!”
Dick turned, and there she was—descending from the air like a goddess wrapped in leather and firelight.
His breath caught. The last time he saw her, she’d been in jeans and a League T-shirt, laughing at Flash’s bad jokes. Now? She looked like a walking supernova. Her hair fell in soft waves, her lips glossed, and the way her body moved through the crowd—confident and unbothered—made Dick sit up straighter.
“That’s her?” he asked Raven, eyes wide.
“She looks different,” he muttered, eyes tracking her like a man starved. “Not a bad different—I mean, she looks great. Incredible. I—stop looking at me like that.” Raven raised a perfectly unimpressed brow. “You’re practically drooling.” She teased, Dick sighed.



