DC x Reader One-shots

Hero Crush, Pt II - Virgil Hawkins [Static]

Summary: There's always been a nagging feeling in the back of your mind whenever Static shows up on TV – but it's never something that you can name. However, days after your admittance over your teenage crush on him (and maybe that you were still attracted as an adult), you finally have a run-in with the hero himself. Where something you had said, in front of Virgil alone, slips out and the pieces begin to connect.

Notes: Requested by @theautisticduck (Tumblr).

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Relentless.

If there was any word to describe Richie Foley, then you could use that. But more than a few others came to mind if someone was kind enough to expand your word limit.

You adored him, truly, he was one of your best friends, and under any circumstance different than this you would never trade him for all the riches you could own. But currently, you'd trade him for half a stale corn chip and the rest of your tranquility.

You had been caught rewatching Static's most recent TV interview, that quick one after the fight that had made your heart flutter all these years later. Caught by Richie, who had a trickster's glint in his eyes as soon as he realized, dashing back out the door before you could utter a word of warning against him.

Since that day he had been letting it slip, or coming close, at the most inopportune times. The teasing causing you to go red in the face and shove him away or scurry off as fast as you could, only to hide behind Virgil like his body could be a shield against words. For what mattered, Richie could never keep a straight face trying to say it in front of Virgil, so it did work.

But there had been another reason you had been rewatching that video, and why sometimes you skimmed Static's public appearances. There was a familiarity there, one that tickled the depths of your mind every time you saw him move a certain way, or the inflection of his voice. It was agonizing in a way, always on the tip of your tongue but never fully formed. You had, at one point, even considered running it by Virgil and Richie, but something had caused you to bite your tongue, keeping your thoughts to yourself, though the need to remain silent still confused you.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

You snap back, jolting slightly from the couch while you whirl to face Virgil who stands behind you, hands on either side of your head as he leans over the back of the couch. "Uh, sorry, Virg. I didn't."

"I asked if you wanted some chips, but now I wanna know if you're okay? Your head's been in the clouds all day. I'm starting to get a little worried."

You hum, taking one of his hands in your own and giving it a quick squeeze. "I'm okay, really. Just a little caught up in myself today."

"Hey, if it's been about Richie and this whole Static thing you know I can talk to him, right?" He questions you, walking around until he can plop down on the couch shoulder-to-shoulder.

You don't fluster so easily at the contact, but the look he fixes you with – how sincere he is to help you – has the little twitch of butterflies in your stomach. "It isn't that. I know if it was that I could talk to him too. There's just something that's been on the tip of my tongue I've been trying to figure out, and I just can't shake it, but I can't figure out what it is either. Usually it goes away, but it just won't leave me alone right now."

He leans over to you, pushing against your shoulder and sending you lazily swaying before you rest against him once more. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You purse your lips, more focused on the wall than him for the moment, though you can feel the heat coming off him. "I don't think so. You came over to hang out, and I'd rather just do that."