The hand he had on he shoulder slid down to her upper arm. The pads of his hands were rough provided traction and it felt odd against the slick armor of her uniform. His voice trailed off when his eyes met hers and he was certain that he wasn't insane. She understood exactly how he felt in this situation. Maybe he could help her through this..
When Huntress leaned in and pressed her lips to his he returned the affectionate gesture. His grip on her arm tightened pulling her form closer to him. Dick's free hand wound its way into her hair at the base of her skull as the kiss deepened. Dick became lost in the sensation, his heart thudding out an excited rhythm. He'd been hurting for so long and in so many ways that he wasn't aware of that the kiss melted all those worries away. This became his only focus and his only desire. That kinda of freedom was like a drug all in itself.