It was a technique he had picked up from Bruce—taking short naps throughout the day instead of sleeping for extended periods. This kept him vigilant for any potential threats. Typically, he would nap for just a few minutes and awaken on his own, but this time, the sound of soft footsteps roused him.

His alertness spiked, yet it ebbed away when you came into his peripheral view. Despite his relaxation, confusion lingered; it was quite late in the morning, and normally, you would be busy with your own activities, leaving him to rest. However, this time, you settled next to him, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you.

"What's wrong?" he inquired, as it was unusual for you to interrupt his naps so he thought that something was wrong. He embraced you gently and craned his neck to see your face, hidden against his chest. "Have you decided to join me?" he whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. His affection and vulnerability were reserved solely for you, and he silently hoped Dick would never discover this, or he'd never live it down.