I Really Really Really Really Really Really Like You
Dick blinked himself awake. Then he blinked again, just to watch the colors swirl.
“Hey buddy, how you feelin’?”
Someone was talking. Dick tilted his head, even though it was very heavy, to the right. Oh, there they were. Dick smiled at the man sitting on a chair by his bed. He was wearing a…
“Hat,” he supplied, feeling proud when the man laughed, dragging a hand down his face.
“Yeah, you probably feel pretty amazing right now, don’t you?”
Dick did feel pretty amazing.
“I feel,” he started, but then there was a door, and it was opening, and an actual angel appeared.
“Ah, you’re awake. About time, Dickhead, pretty sure Baby Bat was about to stage a revolution.”
Dick didn’t care about anything but this guy’s face, even when the man paused and just met his eyes for a long while. Not long enough.
“Why are you– why’s he staring at me like that?”
“Beats me, man,” Shush, hat. Angel was talking. “He’s on some serious drugs.”
Irritated, Dick flapped his hand (more like flopped it) at the man in the hat, shushing him. He wanted to touch that white spot in the hair. It looked soft.
“Are you soft?”
He had to know, it was vital.