TITANS X READERS

[DICK GRAYSON DRABBLE]

Based on Blue Lights by Jorja Smith: What have you done? / (Into strobe lights) There's no need to run / (Not blue flashing lights) If you've done nothing wrong

Warnings: a bit angsty?

Word count: 524

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You missed Detective Grayson, you couldn't deny it. His gentle eyes and charming smile as he passed by your desk, him touching your shoulder when he tried to cheer you up.

And now he was standing there, watching as blue flashing lights lit up his face as the cars passed your shared apartment. Only a small amount of people knew Nighthawk was him, and on those people you could trust, but he could never be too careful.

"Why do you need to run if you've done nothing wrong?" you groaned. "This god-forsaken world is filled with criminals cops alone can't deal with."

Dick shook his head. "We'd never get along. Titans and cops. Or any other vigilante who does their job right... some vigilantes kill their targets rather than make it easier for cops to arrest them. I think they just don't want the fault on them if one of us messes their job up. They'd get blood in their hands if innocent people died because of a vigilante."

You frowned, knowing Dick was right. Cops were tied in their strict rules and discipline, but vigilantes could do anything they wanted. Most of the cops sure would have wanted to see some psychopath child-murderer beaten to death, but the law was supposed to stand by every suspect, no matter how dirty they were. So even those should be left knocked out and tied up beside a road with as few extra injuries as possible, definitely not killed.

So even if they caught the most dangerous and wanted criminals with the help of vigilantes, the law said they should arrest those vigilantes too for beating the criminals up, because they weren't acting under state command.

Even so, some cops let it slide, over and over again, let the shadow to return to the night, acknowledging that some vigilantes just wanted to help and maybe they wanted them to help. Some followed the rules, mostly the newbies, those who tried to walk along the line very carefully, or those who didn't trust the vigilantes and feared that they would turn to potential murderers too in the end.

Dick wasn't the man you had fallen in love with, but you still loved him. Your love had just changed during the journey you had travelled with him, but it just changed its shape, your feelings hadn't gone anywhere. You still loved him and were willing to stand by him, he wasn't the same man anymore, but that look in his eyes was still there when your gazes were met. And when you saw that look, you felt like Dick looked at you like that for the first time, you felt the fluttering feeling it had left you with at the precinct, and that's how you knew he still loved you, just like you loved him.