"Heyyy," Dick greets with a small awkward smile as you opened the door. Scratches on his body, and what was supposed to be your flowers and chocolates for your aniversary gift were.... Well, ruined.

"I'm sorry, something came out at the last hour." He says, stepping inside and giving the crown of your head a soft kiss. He noticed your gaze wandering to his wounds, and he let out a small, unconcerned huff. "It's nothing, don't worry, honey. Just some street class criminals."

He put the messy gifts on the table and turned to look at you, taking your hands in his. "I love you." He says softly, his voice entering your ears sweet like honey. "And I promise I'll buy you something better tomorrow," he chuckled softly, "my wife deserves the best."