Your phone rings as you lay in bed, just watching some late night TV. You absently reach for it, and arch a brow at your boyfriend’s name flashing over it.

“Hi baby,” Dick greets brightly as the line connects, and you hum lightly at the way the syllables roll off his tongue, the pet name easy and his tone bubbly despite it being near 3am.

“Don’t you have patrol?” you murmur, phone to your ear, listening to the way his breathing is just a tad ragged like he’s scaling rooftops, the sound of wind whipping in the background. Having a vigilante boyfriend meant you were used to the oddly timed phone calls at 3am when he’s running around Gotham on patrol.

“You know my schedule down to a tee huh?” Dick grins back as he holds his phone to his ear, scaling the rooftops in his black and blue costume, easily leaping over the gaps of the buildings.

He can practically hear you roll your eyes and it makes him laugh softly.

“I’m on my way to you now,” he mutters into the phone, scaling a building, the wind tousling his messy hair. “Two minutes.”

Your brows furrow and you’re about to tell him to be careful but then your windows are creaking open and there’s Dick, grinning bright, domino mask hiding his bright blue eyes and his dark messy hair windswept, the familiar NightWing emblem stretched over his kevlar suit as he crouches on your windowsill, phone at his ear.

“Sorry baby, gotta go, just saw the prettiest girl in the world,” Dick murmurs into the phone as he hangs up, and then he’s leaping for you and you laugh breathlessly as he tackles you for a hug, your own phone clattering onto the sheets as he does.

He smells like sweat, kevlar and something like pine as Dick’s frame wraps around you, tearing his domino mask off and throwing it to the side and grinning brightly as he hovers above you. His cheeks are flushed from patrol, his hair a little sweaty but his ocean blue eyes are alight with complete adoration as he presses his lips to your forehead.

“Hi prettiest girl in the world,” he murmurs.