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It’s been about a month since you’ve seen him in person, but you see him all the time. How could you not?
He’s Richard Grayson, adopted son of the big Bruce Wayne, as well as Gotham’s precious golden boy who could do no wrong. The entire city of Gotham was obsessed with him to say it lightly. So, you weren’t exactly surprised that the press somehow knew you guys broke up only days after it happened. “Gotham’s heart-throb, Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson, is back on the market ladies!” news headlines would yell out from the TV. You would switch the channels, an attempt to escape Dick, only to be met with him again. But this time, he had the mask on- this time he was Nightwing. The part of Dick that ended up destroying the relationship.
It wasn’t that you wanted him to stop being Nightwing- you never would have asked him for that. Nightwing is the embodiment of Dick’s love for helping people, and that kindness pushed you to fall in love with him. So You knew asking Dick to give that part of himself up for you was just unreasonable, but what you did ask for most definitely could have been done.
You had sat Dick down one night, tears in your eyes, and begged him to distance himself from his women teammates. “I can’t stand watching you put your hand so low on Batgirl’s back,” you choked, “And it makes me sick listening to the flirty banter with Starfire.” You had felt so guilty, so selfish, for begging your boyfriend to think about you during battle.
And he said he would- no, Dick promised, that he would do better. That he would distance himself enough that he wouldn’t hurt you while protecting his friends. But he didn’t keep his promise, and at that point there was only so much you could take. So, you made the choice to pack up the things you left at his apartment, the things that made his home yours. All that was left of you was a small piece of notebook paper telling Dick that his stuff would be in the lobby of your apartment complex.
Initially, you were a mess. You called out of work for a few days, allowing time to heal. Thankfully, you had your friends, who made sure you had everything you needed at all times. If you felt like you couldn’t be alone, someone would be in your apartment in minutes. Your best friend even went grocery shopping for you at one point. They also helped you delete the countless messages from Dick, the ones that begged you to talk to him. To keep him from you, your friends were the ones who met Dick to give him his stuff.
Now, it’s been a month since you’ve seen Dick’s face in person- and you’re doing okay. You get your silly little coffee from your favorite coffee shop every morning, and then head off to work. And honestly, you loved your job. Sure, it was a pretty boring desk job, but your coworkers were amazing- and your boss is pretty great when he’s in a good mood. Unfortunately, today was not one of those days. There’s a relatively big project going on right now, and the deadline is approaching at a rapid pace. Luckily, you and your team were ahead, but that didn’t mean the stress of the project wasn’t looming over the office’s head.
You were tapping away at your laptop when your office phone started ringing. You put the phone on speaker, “Yes?” you say, continuing your work. “Y/L/N, someone is here to see you,” the receptionist said into the phone, “And he is extremely adamant that you come down to talk to him.” You stop typing for a moment to look at the phone. You couldn’t think of anyone who would need to talk to you so urgently that they needed to show up at your workplace. “Who is it?” you asked. “Richard Grayson.”
You could feel your heart stop for a second, you honestly couldn’t believe it. Dick showed up to your place of work? Wasn’t it obvious enough you didn’t want to see him. “Tell him I’m busy,” you say, feeling the anger bubbling in you. “I tried,” the receptionist said, “He insisted.” You give a more than frustrated sigh. No need to get angry at the receptionist, she was only a teenager who was just doing her job. “I’ll be down in a minute,” you said as you hung up the phone. You make sure that you save your progress before standing up. “I’m taking a ten,” you tell your coworker, who just gives you a thumbs up, before heading down to the ground floor.
Your anger only grows as you walk toward the elevator to get to the ground floor. It was just so frustrating that he chose to show up to your workplace. As annoying as it is that he was trying to talk to you at all, you would’ve maybe been a bit more perceptive to talking to him if he showed up to your apartment. But no, he’s an idiot.
When you finally made it to the waiting area, you saw him sitting there with what looks to be your favorite coffee and a bouquet of flowers. You instantly recognize the scheme to get you back, but you made up your mind already.
As Dick stands up to greet you with a sad smile, you cross your arms angrily. “What are you doing here?” you spit at him, “You are quite literally the last person I want to see right now.” Dick reaches out to touch your arm, but you pull back fast enough before his skin could meet yours. “Y/N,” he begs, a break in his voice, “Please, can we talk about this?” You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head with an angry smile, “No, we can’t. I’m not playing this game with you, and I’m especially not playing it while I’m at work-” you were cut off by your boss's voice.
“Y/L/N,” your boss barks, looking between you and Dick, “What is going on here?” You look at him, uncrossing your arms and standing up straight. “I apologize sir, just a personal matter I’m trying to get out of my hair,” you say, ignoring Dick’s pained expression. “Hurry up, then,” you boss said, “We don’t have the time to fuck around this week.” You give your boss ‘a yes sir’, promising to get rid of distractions before he leaves you alone with Dick once again.
Dick grabs your wrist, making you look at him; you could see that pain that has taken over his usually so playful blue eyes. “Don’t treat me like some situation that needs to be handled,” Dick begged, but you removed him from your wrist. “But that’s exactly what you are, Richard,” you spit at him, “A situation that I don't want to handle in my place of work. A situation that I already have closure from, and shouldn’t have come here.” You give him one last angry look before turning around to go back to work.
“What about me?” Dick asked, “What about my closure?” You huffed, not looking back at him. The pain in his voice wasn’t going to win you over. Dick had his chance, and he blew it. You weren’t his anymore, and he was no longer yours. Dick Grayson and Nightwing were both free from you.
“Go find it in Babs or Kori,” you say, voice flat and unmoved, before walking onto the elevator.