With Dick's role as Nightwing, it was normal that he wasn't in Gotham very often. But of course, the Bat had been busy with other affairs and everyone else had been busy with who knows what, honestly, so he, being the boy scout he was, had offered to patrol for the night. Just like old times. And, of course, while there, he'd gotten a face full of an unknown substance - all he knew was that it was some sort of powder.

He wasn't sure what chemicals were involved in making it nor was he aware of where the thug had gotten it from, but what he did know was it had made him sneeze almost painfully so before it quickly developed into him feeling like he was seconds away from freezing to death.

Tim had analyzed it, Bruce had analyzed it, even Babs had analyzed it. Despite the numerous studies, nobody knew what it was apart from it being some sort of pollen - likely a little gift from Ivy herself - and that it'd metabolize within two weeks. The oddity to everyone else was the coldness that seemed to follow him everywhere he went; his body temperature was completely normal, yet the shivering never seemed to cease.

But Blüdhaven needed him, and so, being the stubborn bastard that he was, he'd gone back, spent a night on patrol practically freezing his pants off, then hastily made his way back to his apartment where you were worriedly pacing around the living room.

Just as you were about to go off on a worried, panic filled tangent about him having disappeared for much longer than what was considered normal on a relatively slow night, you noticed the shivering and his chattering teeth. Anything you wanted to say, the words desperate to come out, had quickly died on the tip of your tongue as you brought a hand up to feel his forehead.

That hand. That hand had changed everything the moment it touched his skin, the cold shivers that had plagued him vanishing and he quickly wrapped his fingers around your wrist when you went to pull away, a quiet grumble of protest leaving his mouth while ensuring you wouldn't move your hand.

The two of you were soon snuggling under a pile of blankets, his head resting on your chest, arms and legs tangled in a mess of limbs that he was all too happy to be a part of, until you had made a move to slip out of bed.

"you're not goin' anywhere." Dick muttered petulantly, allowing his heavy body to completely relax on top of you, effectively trapping you beneath him and his now warm self - there was no way in hell he was about to let you go, not when it meant having to deal with the bone aching cold.