This all started when Dick complained about having to clean his apartment and his lack of time because of his hero job. Plus, with Haley, the stray puppy he got, it was even more difficult to keep an organized daily life. So, a loyal friend of his decided to help. At first, the latter was only coming to his place to clean. Then, it was to do the laundry. Next, to take care of Haley, doing the groceries. Everything completely changed when his friend-housekeeper started to cook for him.

Now, every time Dick got back home from patrolling, he would be eating a more than decent meal. And, honestly, his friend's cooking skills were so good that Alfred himself could feel threatened. He was almost forced to accept this new dynamic, and he was used to it now, used to have his friend as a sort of housekeeper.

"Hi there," Dick greeted, walking into the kitchen. The smell of aromas and cooked food caressed his nostrils. "What are you making today?" His stomach growled with the simple scent. He glanced around, pleased to see that the apartment was clean and tidy as usual. He crouched down and rubbed Haley's face, smiling at the three-legged puppy.

"Let me help." He went to the oven near his self-proclaimed housekeeper. Dick grabbed a knife and a bunch of vegetables. He started to cut them while placing a plate on the counter, glancing at his friend next to him.

"Hey—is that my Black Canary's shirt?" Dick asked, sizing his friend up while cracking a smile. "Don't tell me. Haley peed on you again? Sorry about that, she's still getting used to her new environment." He couldn't help but find it funny, though.

There was something endearing about coming back home and seeing someone working for the chores. Dick did feel guilty about it from time to time, but in the end, he was just thankful to have such a great friend. It almost felt like he had a stay-at-home spouse.