TW: TRANSPHOBIA AND BAD COMING OUT EXPERIENCE 

If there is something that is inaccurate and is therefore offensive or simply unbelievable please tell me and I will change it for the better

Here are some helplines for my trans followers and I hope you're all doing well and staying safe

https://www.consortium.lgbt/member-directory/national-trans-24-helpline/

https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/tips-for-everyday-living/lgbtiqplus-mental-health/useful-contacts/

https://www.itv.com/thismorning/articles/gender-dysphoria-helplines

https://www.translifeline.org/

https://ostem.org/page/crisis-hotlines

David didn't know what it was about Dick that made him want to spill his guts whenever given the opportunity. It could be his laid-back nature or that kind smile he flashed whenever he got the inkling that the other needed it. He was always there and always so open. David thought he had the right to know. Well, not the right, he didn't owe him anything but it might bring them closer in a way. Dick probably knew anyway. He was a detective after all. He'd been both a member of the force and Batman's right-hand man. It would be impossible for him not to know yet he hadn't said anything. Perhaps to give David the chance to tell the story how he liked or not to tell the story at all. They'd been "together" so many times Dick had to know that at least something was going on down there, it was basic biology. The scars would've been a little harder to discern since they were both scarred up from their work. His features had always been rather masculine and testosterone had deepened his voice quite a bit. All in all, you wouldn't think he'd ever been in the wrong body but then again, that was the point.

They were having chill time together, simply enjoying one another's company, when David felt like this was the right time. He didn't know why it was. It might've been because Dick was snuggled up close and occasionally planted kisses along his chest or just a feeling. A feeling that said hey you're finally safe. "Do you remember when you had your first nightmare around me?" he asked. Dick glanced up to him with a nod; his cheek squished against the other's chest making him just that bit more adorable. "And I started talking about my scar but you said it was okay to wait?" He nodded again. "I think I'm done waiting now." Dick sat up a little with a curious look. 

"Are you sure? I don't need to know," he replied. 

"I'd like you to know," he responded. He interweaved their fingers and guided Dick to lay back down again. He didn't want this to be formal. It didn't suit them to be. The acrobat kissed the back of his hand to put him at ease and moved closer. The small acts of affection meant so much and he seemed to recognise that. "You don't owe me anything okay? You stop if you need to."

"Thank you, baby."

"Anything for my Daddy," Dick giggled. Any reservations he had before were gone thanks to his boyfriend. God, he loved him. "Start whenever you're ready. I love you no matter what."

For a few moments, all the sound in the room was coming from the TV. Dick didn't mind. He waited patiently for the other to begin, giving him small signs that would reassure him everything was okay. He let the ginger play with his hair, something he often did when he was thinking or nervous. He didn't mind. Anything to make the other feel better. "I got the scar when I was fourteen. My dad gave it to me," David stated. He felt a pair of worried blue eyes settle on him. It was oddly comforting. "I...I wasn't David back then. I was Jenny." He hesitantly cast his eyes down to his boyfriend. He was completely unfazed by the new information. Of course, he probably already knew but there was something about him having the exact same caring look in his eyes that just made David's heart melt. Tears trickled down his freckled cheeks before being swiftly wiped away by the other. "My dear, what's wrong?"

"You just...you genuinely don't mind," he replied as he tried to recompose himself. Dick smiled and kissed his cheek sweetly. 

"Of course I don't mind. You're my handsome man and you always will be. No matter where you began," he assured him. "You're still my Daddy." The hitman chuckled to himself and rolled his eyes. Despite the nickname once annoying him, there was something to it that always made him feel better. Valid even. He didn't mind being called it all that much anymore. There was an endearing nature to it. That nature had always been there, dripping from each letter, he'd just ignored it. Why he ever wanted to ignore the smaller's affections in any way had been lost to time and he couldn't think of anything to justify such a thing. Dick was so loving. "Did you already know?" he asked softly. Dick nodded. "Why didn't you tell me you knew?"

"Because it's not important. I learned about it purely because I was making sure you weren't dodgy...well dodgier. You know what I did when I found it?" The other shook his head. "Nothing. I didn't care one bit. Though I do wish you kept those rather fun looking braces." They shared a light laugh, one that completely elevated the room. 

"They were the devil. If I had to get them again, my kill count would double."

"I bet you'd only take hits on dentists," Dick mused. 

David took a second to compose himself, his low chuckles slowly dying out as he went back to the story. "So I'm fourteen and I start to tell people I'm a boy," he began. He twirled Dick's curly black locks around his finger then let it go. It always went back to the same curl it had been before. His hair was soft too and it smelt like strawberries from the shampoo he used. There was always a new smell but David had come to notice that if he didn't enjoy a smell that shampoo would mysteriously go missing and be replaced. It was the small things that really did it. Small things that made his day better. "We moved around a lot since my dad was in the army so there was some freedom in it. By the time I told someone, we were already in a different country before it could spread very far."

"That must've been tough," Dick commented. 

"It was," he responded, his grip tightening on the other's hair. The acrobat didn't show him any reaction despite the sharp tug he was given. He didn't want him to worry. "So, when I was fourteen, I told people on my base I'm a boy. Not many were accepting of that but I thought we weren't going to stay that long. I was wrong." Dick squeezed his free hand comfortingly. Moral support he supposed. "One of the kids told their dad I was trans, their dad talks to my dad and then the next thing I know we're having a screaming match. He starts throwing things, yelling that I disappointed him. Saying that I don't deserve to live after embarrassing him." He shuddered at the memory. He'd been so scared back then. If he was in the same situation now he wouldn't care at all. He knew who he was and his dad had always been a dick. He was twice the size of him now. "Sounds like a horrible man. What did your mother say?"

"Nothing. She just sat there and watched him freak out. She walked out eventually, she was never one for arguments," he explained. "Once she's out of the picture, my dad gets more violent. He yells more and more until he sees the knife on the table. Fucker lunges at me hence the scar."

"Oh David, I'm so sorry," Dick said, placing a sweet kiss on the back of his hand. 

"It's alright, baby. I'm over it now. I guess." Still, his boyfriend peppered his cheek with good-natured kisses. "I'm fine, stop fretting."

"Unfortunately fretting is in my nature. Do you want to finish telling me what happened?" 

"As I said, he lunged at me. I panicked. Run away, see his gun, pick it up and shoot. He died fairly quickly. I run upstairs and packed all my things before running away. Never looked back," he concluded. He sighed to himself. He never liked telling that story but it felt so right to tell it now.

"I can't imagine how hard it was," Dick mumbled. "Is...is your mother alive?"

"Died two years ago of an overdose. I paid for a funeral. Never went." He turned to his lover with gleaming eyes. He didn't need to say anything to be engulfed in a tight hug and be gently shushed as he quietly cried. He hadn't cried in a while but he felt so safe here, he couldn't help it. "It's alright love. Everything's okay."

The next morning, David was awoken to the smell of coffee and toast. He groaned groggily as a small kiss was placed on his forehead. "Morning, thought you deserved breakfast in bed after last night," Dick's singsong voice informed him. He hummed and opened his eyes, feeling loved as soon as he set sights on those sparkling blues. 

"Thank you, baby. Have you eaten yet?"

"I'll have something later. You wanna eat alone or do you want me to sit with you?" he asked as he placed a tray on his boyfriend's lap. The toast was the exact way David liked it and his coffee was made perfectly. It seemed like the acrobat had everything he liked down to a fine art. 

"Stay," the hitman responded. He received a smirk from Dick and watched him crawl into bed next to him so he could snuggle into his side. 

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked. He kissed the other's muscles to show he was there for him and felt David relax under his touch.

"Better now you're next to me again," he answered, taking a sip of his freshly brewed coffee.

"Aww, you big lovebug!"

"Shush. You're much cuter when you're quiet."

"Then I must be fucking gorgeous when I speak."