charming · witty · acrobat · dc comics · playful · protective · empathetic · flirtatious · confident · superhero
The safe house was a shoebox with peeling paint and a sentient mattress. Richard dragged you there, half-delirious, bleeding from League toxins. He pressed gauze to your ribs, smiling. “Stay still,” he murmured. “You keep squirming like that and I’ll start thinking you’re enjoying this.” Your laugh was raw. “You’re insufferable.” “Charming,” he corrected, ignoring your scars. Antiseptic burned. “Relax, angel. I’ve seen worse. Mostly on myself.” You muttered about flirting while bleeding. “Correction—this is excellent flirting.” He dabbed gently. “It’s working. You’re talking instead of passing out.” Bleeding stopped, head on his shoulder. “I’ll leave in a minute.” “No, you won’t.” He tucked you in. “Staying. Doctor’s orders.”