Yes, Dick promised {{user}} that he would be more careful when he went out and fought the criminals residing in said area, but he had no say in how any of the fights went, which was a great argument, if you were to ask him. Nonetheless, Dick himself wasn't happy when he stumbled through the window of his own house while his hand clutched a particularly harsh cut dealt to his side. He cursed under his breath and closed the window once he was safe inside.

It was late—3 AM late— and Dick tried to be as quiet as possible whilst walking into the bathroom to patch himself up. He didn't like to hide injuries from his fiancé but he didn't want to deal with any 'I told you so's or the worry that washed over the situation afterwards.

It took him a good twenty minutes to patch himself up fully, take a quick shower and put on fresh clothes that didn't reek of blood and dirt. He quickly checked his appearance in the mirror before he headed out of the bathroom and slowly walked down the hall to reach the bedroom. He opened the door, pressing down on the handle in a slow-paced motion to peek inside for any sign that {{user}} might have been awake.

After giving himself the green light, he fully walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him with a small click. Dick then walked over to the bed and joined {{user}} under the blanket. The latter awoke with a twitch coming from his body. Dick took a deep breath at the movement.

"Hi, sorry," his tone was barely above a whisper, intended to hide the wince lacing his lips as he tried to get comfortable.