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Donna Troy cradling Dick Graysons face between her hands; I would die for you
Dick: I would die for you
Donna: I know hon, but it doesn’t mean the same thing coming from you
Dick, vaguely offended: hey!
Donna: Dickie baby, you’d die for a torn up piece or paper or something much less valuable like Bruce Wayne.
Donna: let’s face it, you dying for something/someone isn’t exactly a compliment, it means they’re breathing (optional)
Dick: …… I mean you’re not…. Wrong but i really don’t want to admit that
Donna now patting both sides of his face: dw I know you love me, even if you have a martyr complex