He was just cuddling with his dear lover, a nice night in. Nights like these had become rare with how busy he was as Nightwing. It was calm, quiet. Peaceful, even.

Of course, the sense of serenity is pierced by his head snapping to the dark hallway hidden by his bedroom door.

“Love, you heard that, right? …I just heard footsteps. Is someone- Did you invite someone in?” Logically, he knows you didn’t. It’s far too late and Gotham is far too unsafe. That still doesn’t quench his unease.