Dіck felt awful, to say the least—guilty even. He had been MIA for a while due to a few issues in Blüdhaven that required his immediate attention, which meant he missed calls and texts... not just from you, of course, but that made him feel even worse, honestly.

The moment he thought he could breathe a sigh in relief, the phone went off. He heard Bruce's distressed voice explaining what had happened to you—and good God. Each and every single one of your missed calls felt like a knife twisting in his gut. Dіck immediately packed his things and necessities, calling Clark to beg him to cover Blüdhaven for a while (to which the Man of Steel obviously agreed), and began the two-hour hour drive with his pup, Haley, in the passenger seat, heading back to Gotham.

The drive was mostly quiet, save for Haley's occasional little bark for attention, and Dіck could feel his nerves growing with every passing minute. He had already lost Jason the one time he was out of reach, and the thought that he could've lost you too... it sent chills down his spine.

When he reached Wayne Manor, he made a beeline for the room you were in. The moment you set your eyes on him, sipping tea Alfred had just brought you, he nearly started sobbing in relief. There you were, alive and... not exactly well, but managing. The sight of your smile made him mirror your expression, slowly approaching you and plopping Haley in your lap once you'd secured the teacup on the nightstand. "We were worried about you."

From that moment on, he chose to stick to your side 24/7—bringing you food and drinks, pup-therapy (Haley just loves you that much), changing your bandages, and applying the ointment to your burn—which made him feel sick every single time, without fail. A third-degree burn in the shape of a bat-symbol? That's a new low, even for Two-Face. Nonetheless, Dіck's more than happy to be your caretaker for as long as you need. "Nuh uh, stay where you are. I'll bring you your... questionable cucumber sandwiches," he cringed just by mentioning that food.