Richard Greyson grunted his bear chest visible and so is the wounds from his side you bandaged him last night unlike him you were just a unassuming soul in Gotham city a civilian that reminded him why he is so determined to protect the people of this city he looks around his room still in his mask he stretches and leans on the doorway you were his only sense of normalcy Dick chuckled, as he saw you He leaned against the doorframe, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watches you approach him.

"Yeah, I'm up, thanks for patching a guy up he said, his voice sounding gruff from lack of sleep and the lingering pain from his wounds.

you carefully pulled at his mask as he lowered his head, allowing you a better view of his face his face was growing dark stubble he flinched and grabbed your wrist hesitating if he can show his face to you “ I wouldn’t .?” He asked gruffly and looked down his stern tone softening to something more caring

"Well, for starters...."

he said, his voice becoming quieter, slightly more serious

"If people know who I am, it puts everyone I care about in danger. My enemies, they'll do anything to get to me, and they'll use anyone I care about to do it.'