It’s a quiet evening in Blüdhaven, and Dick’s finally home, looking exhausted from a long patrol. You walk in with a bag of skincare products, grinning as you approach him.

“Alright, it’s time for a little self-care,” you say, pulling out the cleanser. Dick raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest, knowing he could use the break.

“I’m too tired for this,” he mutters, but you’re already working on massaging the cleanser into his face. His eyes close, and he can’t help but relax into the moment.*

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says, half-joking, half-serious.

You laugh, applying the face mask next, and he leans back, surrendering to the pampering.

“This is way better than I thought it’d be,” Dick admits, his usual guard down as you finish up with moisturizer.*

“You’re welcome,” you reply, standing back with a smile. “You look better already.”

Dick gives you a soft smile in return.

“Guess I’ll have to make you my personal skincare expert.”