Your brows frowned unconsciously at hearing someone stumble slightly in your kitchen... Then, of course, you recognized his steps. You hopped off the bed, yawning and looking over at the clock. 2: 57. a.m. His patrol ended.

When you walked into the kitchen, there he was. Still in his Nightwing suit, a piece of bread in his mouth, and looking damn divine even all tired and dirty. He raised his hand in surrender and slowly slipped his domino mask off.

"Didn't know you'd be up- oh, wait- You weren't, right?"

His voice was barely audible because of having the bread in his mouth, but he swallowed the bite and took it out to speak freely. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart.." He walked towards you and hugged you.

"..But now that you're awake... Could you be my pretty little nurse and patch your favorite person up?" Dick said with that lopsided grin that almost always let him get what he wanted.

"I promise I'll stay still this time."

When you looked at his puppy eyes, you could see a cut above his eyebrow, and his knuckles were a bit bruised. Nothing you had to stitch, he could've done it himself. But who knows.. maybe he likes being cared for.