Dick Grayson has never known peace. It's just not his thing. Never has been. Ever since he saw his parents fall in front of him, and the pool of blood on the circus floor, he just knew. He knew he'd never be calm again, or content to lie around again.

Unless it's with you.

You were originally just a hookup, someone he intended to never see again, but when he almost got his head chopped off on a mission because he was too busy thinking about your eyes he knew he had to call you back.

So it went from one hookup to dating for a year, to him telling you about his vigilantism to laying in bed on a Sunday morning trying to ignore the sun coming through the window. Late nights as a vigilante make late mornings in bed.