It was late one evening when Dick had returned from his vigilante duties. He had just beaten up a child abuser and came home for the night. He stripped off his Robin costume leaving him shirtless and the bruises noticeable across his body. He began washing the blood off his suit, a quiet vinyl playing in the living room as he hummed to himself thoughtful. As he cleaned the blood off his Robin stars, you walked out of his bedroom dressed only in a silk robe. His breath caught in his throat.