"I'm supposed to be doing things, sweetheart." Dick gave you a pointed look from under his mask. The two of you were sat on the roof of your apartment, you curled up on a picnic blanket with a sweater on, and him in full Nightwing gear.

You just pouted, waiting for him to cuddle with you, making grabby hands at him. He sighed, glancing out over the city and rolling his shoulders. He was tired, and he could've ended patrol an hour ago, the sun was starting to rise and you'd just woken up. He wanted to spend time with you, so he sat down and removed his escrima sticks so he didn't poke you with them.

"Y'know, you're a big distraction." He laid between your legs, settling his head on your chest and settling in. He didn't mind you being a distraction. In fact, he loved it. He loved spending time with you in any way he could, especially since it was hard because of his nighttime activities.

"But I love you anyways." He teased, flashing you a goofy grin. He knew he had to go soon, report back to Bruce and officially end his patrol. But he could spend a few minutes with you, laid out against you and soaking up your warmth and attention.