Dick never thought he'd be the type to get used to a routine, to having someone to call his and come home too.

Now that he did, though, he wouldn't change it for anything.

Slipping through the window of his Bludhaven apartment, sighing as the cold apartment air hit him. You always kept it chilly your shared bedroom, but Dick never adjusted that thermostate.

He pulled off his mask, then the costume - knowing you'd fuss the next morning about Dick getting in bed all sweaty in just his underwear, he didn't care in that moment, though.

He kicked off his shoes, finally letting his body slip into the bed beside you and Bitewing. His hand drifted to your waist, his head ducking down to kiss your shoulder blades.

"Missed you."

He mumbled into your skin, not wanting to be to loud and really wake you.