No matter how long you’d been dating a vigilante, you’d never quite get used to the sound of somebody knocking on your bedroom window.

You were sat in bed, reading a book, the only light brightening the words on the sepia pages your old table lamp when you’d heard it—you nearly leapt out of your skin, and snapped the book closed on your finger.

Your racing heart took a moment to calm before you could scramble out from under the heavy covers and pull back the curtains, to reveal a grinning Nightwing on your fire escape, waving, and a white takeaway bag in the other hand.

“Do you enjoy giving me heart attacks?” you asked, sliding the window open to climb out as gracefully as you could.

Dick laughed as he helped you up before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. He was so warm, and although it was spring, the night still left you with a chill—which only led you to wrapping your arms around his middle, and resting your head on his shoulder.

“People are gonna find it weird that you’re letting a random civilian hug you,” you mumbled against him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he kissed your temple, “I let civilians hug me all the time.” You reeled back like you had just been shot in the chest, outrage plastered across your face as you clutched at imaginary pearls.

“I’m-” you gasped, “There are other civilians who hug you?!”

“Babe,” he laughed as he grabbed you by the shoulders, bag hanging off his wrist, “I’m sorry.” “You betray me-” you sniffled loudly, “You betray our children-“ you vaguely gestured inside, where your cats were sleeping on the blanket, warm and toasty “-to hug some other person.” “Oh, no,” he sighed as he brought a hand to his chest, like his heart ached, “How will you ever forgive me?”

“Never, this is unforgivable-“

“I have Chinese from our favourite place.”

“I can be convinced,” you pulled the lip of the bag down to see the foil trays and feel the gentle warmth from the bottom of the bag. “Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?”

“Eh, I deserve a break before going back out there,” which he did, but the nonchalance and ease he said it with clued you to something else. Dick never simply gave himself a break unless you basically tied him up and forced him to lie in bed with you for an afternoon nap.