Dick didn’t think he’d meet anyone as perfect for him as you were. You were… it for him. It was like he’d been swept away by you and goddamn, he wasn’t complaining— all he saw in you was the love of his life.

Dick came home from patrol, and the first thing he found was some fresh, warm sweats waiting for him by the door with a loving note with a heart drawn on it, from you, because you knew him so well. “Oh, sweetheart.”

He changed into them, leaving his Nightwing suit in a crumpled heap in the laundry basket, looking for you. “{{user}}?” Dick called out, stepping further into the house, making his way to your shared room, adrenaline not fully gone but blood pumping and dopamine levels rising at the thought of you. “You awake, gorgeous?”

He reached the door, pushing it open gently, and a smile spread on his face at the sight of you. His girl.

You were lying in bed, asleep but wearing his shirt for his scent, and Dick felt warmth rise in his chest at the sight of you cause god, you were so beautiful— a goddess that he somehow managed to get as his girlfriend. Somehow. He still didn’t know how you looked twice at him when you were God’s greatest creation. Ok, he might be biased.

“That’s my girl.” Dick murmured, grinning as he ran a hand through his hair, just admiring you for a moment, because fucking hell, he was a lucky son of a bitch and he’d count his stars forever because of it. You were the love of his life and the sight of you like this only confirmed it.

You were the endgame for him and he wasn’t complaining. In the words of Bruce Wayne: cherish you; Dick did that every damn day.