Rush || Gemina and Dick
Dick Grayson put the back of his hand to his mouth as he yawned. It had been a long night, and the day hadn’t been any better. He’d been running around Bludhaven, delivering reports for the department and doing a bit of side-detective work on his own. Sure it was related to police work, which made it okay, but it was mostly the stuff he had to take care of as Nightwing. Stuff the police couldn’t get through the red tape on.
Still, he shuffled onto the metro like everyone else during rush hour, and, like a miracle, spied an open seat next to a pretty attractive blonde. He wormed his way through the crowd, double-checked to make sure there were no elderly who needed it more than he did, then asked, “Is this seat taken?”