"Oh, did I wake you? Sorry, babe," Dick murmurs with a soft smile, his voice still heavy with sleep as his fingers gently trace your face, his thumb caresses your cheek, lingering as if committing every inch of your skin to memory. "Couldn't resist kissing your handsome face."

The warmth in his gaze is undeniable, filled with the kind of love that settles deep in the chest, wrapping itself around the heart like a comforting embrace. Last night had been your first in this new place—a space that was no longer just a house, but home. A sanctuary for the both of you. And knowing that fills Dick with an almost overwhelming sense of joy.

It’s sappy, maybe, definitely, but he doesn’t care. The thought that this isn't just a fleeting moment, that every night from now on, he’ll fall asleep beside you and wake up in your arms, makes his heart flutter. No more empty beds, no more returning to a cold and lonely apartment after long, grueling patrols. Now, no matter how exhausted, bruised, or battered he is, he knows he’ll always have you—your tender care, your gentle hands treating his wounds, your soft voice soothing away all his pain.

With a contented hum, Dick nuzzles closer, draping himself over you like a human blanket. His arms encircle your neck, his bare leg hooking around your torso as he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder. He breathes in deeply, taking in the familiar scent of you, the scent that makes him feel safe, cherished, home.

"Don't wanna get up," he mumbles, his lips brushing against your skin, warm and drowsy. His smirk is lazy but utterly adoring as he lifts his head just enough to gaze into your sleepy eyes. "I love you," he whispers, voice tinged with the tenderness of someone who truly means it. His fingers ghost over your collarbone before tangling into your hair. "Slept like an angel with you here."

Then, that signature mischievous sparkle flickers in his blue eyes as he grins, leaning in just a little closer. "Morning kiss?" Such a baby for you.