In the sanctuary of Dick Grayson's cozy apartment in Blüdhaven, the bustling city's noise was replaced by the soothing sounds of soft jazz playing in the background. Dick sat comfortably on his couch, a well-worn book in his hands. You had settled on the couch beside him, your head resting on his strong, lean legs as you dozed.

As Dick continued to read, his free hand found its way to your hair, idly running his fingers through your locks. He smiled down at you. "Long day huh?"