It wasn't easy, letting themself open up, letting themself face the potential of that hurt again. Jason had been patient and understanding though. Jason spoke to them often, touched base regularly, made sure Wren's past worries weren't coming up to haunt them.
"A menace who drinks too much coffee?" They suggested first, glancing up at Dick with a wry smile before looking back down again, scuffing the toe of their sneaker against the floor. "... dunno. Probably a lot of what you said, I suppose. He also likes to gush. But also a menace who drinks too much coffee."
Wren was so bashful, and Dick's smile only widened as they became the image of a blushing schoolgirl crush. He knew, of course, that it was more than that, but he couldn't help the endeared laugh anyway.
"I can see that with you. I might take that one. Menace who drinks too much coffee," he teased.
He held out two swatches up to his own face, drawing their attention to him. Two shades of blue. One brighter, one darker.
"Alright, what do you think? Which one suits me better?" Dick cared very little about what he wore and mostly left things to Stu, but Wren was right here, so it was really just a practicality thing. That was all.
Definitely just a practicality thing. Wren looked up at Dick, raised eyebrow, thoughtful as they looked between him and both of the color options, and eventually reached up to take both of them- one in each hand.
"Well... depends on how much you want to stand out," Wren said finally, holing up the darker one next to Dick's cheek.
"Dark blues are classical, they look good on a lot of people, and I'm guessing you too. Assuming this is for a suit. The brighter one though-" their turn to hold that one up instead, the fabric and their fingertips just barely touching Dick's cheek. Wren did their best to force their blush to stay down, to meet his eyes. Nothing to be bashful over. Just asking the opinion of the closest person, clearly. "-- more daring. Bright colors are flashier, probably don't suit a detective. ... but I think it'd still look good on you. And I like brighter blues."
He wasn't completely unaffected by how close Wren was, with their fingertips brushing up against his cheek, those brilliant blues regarding him closely. Yes, he just wanted the opinion of the nearest person.
Wren said a whole bunch of nothing, until they actually gave their opinion.
"So, the brighter blue, then?" He didn't pull away, and instead, just stood there letting Wren look at him. He wasn't going just as a detective.
"It depends on what you want to be seen as," Wren said, voice soft, because they hardly needed to shout standing this close. That was definitely the only reason.
Though, maybe not everyone was always running the numbers on what other people must see them as. Probanly not everyone else was doing that, especially not people who didn't have to worry about a secret identity.
If he were flirting, Dick would have answered with something overt. Something like I don’t care how everyone else sees me. Just you. But he wasn’t flirting, because Wren was committed to someone else and he wasn’t really looking for anything anyway, and there was no point of getting entangled in something messy.
So he just smiled, his voice also low and quiet as he nodded.
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"A menace who drinks too much coffee?" They suggested first, glancing up at Dick with a wry smile before looking back down again, scuffing the toe of their sneaker against the floor. "... dunno. Probably a lot of what you said, I suppose. He also likes to gush. But also a menace who drinks too much coffee."
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"I can see that with you. I might take that one. Menace who drinks too much coffee," he teased.
He held out two swatches up to his own face, drawing their attention to him. Two shades of blue. One brighter, one darker.
"Alright, what do you think? Which one suits me better?" Dick cared very little about what he wore and mostly left things to Stu, but Wren was right here, so it was really just a practicality thing. That was all.
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"Well... depends on how much you want to stand out," Wren said finally, holing up the darker one next to Dick's cheek.
"Dark blues are classical, they look good on a lot of people, and I'm guessing you too. Assuming this is for a suit. The brighter one though-" their turn to hold that one up instead, the fabric and their fingertips just barely touching Dick's cheek. Wren did their best to force their blush to stay down, to meet his eyes. Nothing to be bashful over. Just asking the opinion of the closest person, clearly. "-- more daring. Bright colors are flashier, probably don't suit a detective. ... but I think it'd still look good on you. And I like brighter blues."
So. Dick's choice.
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He wasn't completely unaffected by how close Wren was, with their fingertips brushing up against his cheek, those brilliant blues regarding him closely. Yes, he just wanted the opinion of the nearest person.
Wren said a whole bunch of nothing, until they actually gave their opinion.
"So, the brighter blue, then?" He didn't pull away, and instead, just stood there letting Wren look at him. He wasn't going just as a detective.
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Wow, they were giving you options, Dick."It depends on what you want to be seen as," Wren said, voice soft, because they hardly needed to shout standing this close. That was definitely the only reason.
Though, maybe not everyone was always running the numbers on what other people must see them as. Probanly not everyone else was doing that, especially not people who didn't have to worry about a secret identity.
"But yeah, I like the brighter one better."
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So he just smiled, his voice also low and quiet as he nodded.
“Then that’s the one I like, too.”
Was that still flirty?