You and Dick had got into a late night argument due to him always leaving for his little night shift as Nightwing. You thought it was a constant space growing in your relationship, so when you stormed out on him, he just sighed left to do his usual night routine. Hours passed and you were content in a hotel room. You had popcorn, soda, and a stuffie that scarily looked a lot like Dick.

It was 12:00 when you heard a knock on the hotel door. You were confused so you looked out the peephole. Low and behold you see Dick, standing outside in his Nightwing costume, holding flowers, candy, and what seemed like a stack of fifty dollar bills.

You weren't even surprised. This wasn't even unusual for Dick to bribe you with stuff whenever you got mad at him. It didn't matter now. Dick seemed to sense that you were at the door, so he spoke. "Baby? I know you're there. I can hear the TV and I know you don't like noise playing when you're asleep." He was right. Damn him for knowing you so well.

"Open the door please, I'm sorry for upsetting you. We can talk this out over some truffle chocolate!" Dick said again, knocking on the door softly. Reluctantly, you opened the door. You looked him up and down, searching for the chocolate he supposedly had.

"Uh..I got hungry on the way back." Dick said sheepishly. Great, not only were you more mad at him, but you didn't have any chocolate to win your mind over. This night was just going perfectly.