Faye Feng → Dick Grayson ✔

Trust

Dick woke up the next morning to the sun shining through her curtains. The gold rays caressed Faye's cheek at an angle that made her face glow. He wanted to stay there, laying next to her, feeling nothing but the soft sheets beneath them and her skin against his.

But he couldn't. Not when Barbara was probably wondering what he had found. So would Bruce.

More importantly, both would want to arrest her.

A soft yet deep inhale pulled him out of his thoughts, and he was almost grateful. Dick snapped his eyes shut as discreetly as he could, careful not to move the duvet too much. He shut his eyes and forced his breath to even out.

She woke up, another quiet breath as she floated to consciousness. Dick fought the urge to watch as her eyelids fluttered, revealing the irises that would have been the shade of honey in the colors of dawn. A brief rustle of the sheets, and Dick felt her gaze.

Lips pressed onto his own made his eyes fly open. Faye laughed as she pulled away, voice croaky with morning. Even so, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. "I knew you were awake."

Dick gave up trying to recreate the foggy look that was compulsory after a night that had been more blissful than others. He grinned. "I thought I could fool you."

"Your smile gave it away."

"In my defense, I woke up less than a minute before you." He pulled his arms from beneath her duvet to stretch and placed it around her head. "I rate that 'good morning' kiss ten-out-of-ten."

"It was a 'good afternoon' kiss, actually," she answered, eyes twinkling. Her hair was the messiest he'd ever seen it, a nice change from her usual tight ponytail at school or the professionally styled waterfall that flowed down her shoulders at the party.

He laughed, chest rumbling. "Did we really sleep for that long?"

"I think we were awake for most of the night, actually."

She traced a finger down his jaw, and Dick thought he would drift back into his dreams. He pulled her closer towards him, murmuring into the side of her neck, "Would you have preferred we didn't?"

Faye snorted, the amused sound making his lips curl upwards. "Of course not."

"That's what I thought."

They stayed like that for a while, in peaceful silence that was only broken by the sound of the early birds' chirping from beyond Faye's window. Her hands were in his hair and his arms were around her, slowly dozing, both solely focused on the other's heartbeats.

"Dick?"

He hummed a quizzical response. "Hmmm?"

"Smile for the camera."

Dick raised an eyelid, looking drowsily sideways to see that Faye was holding her phone's camera towards the two of them. He grinned lazily. Faye winked. Snap.

He wiggled his fingers, digging lightly into her ribs. She giggled. Snap.

She got him back. His chuckle filled the room. Snap.

Their laughter echoed through Faye's boudoir, which was the size of a small apartment by itself.

"I'll print them at some point." She said, tossing her phone onto the end of her bed.

"Didn't take you for the sentimental type."

"You won't be saying that when I refuse to give you one."

Dick laughed. "That's cold."

"Well, this bed's not." Faye wriggled out of his arms and got out of bed. "I'm going to freshen up."