Dick had never seen himself as a family guy. He’d always wanted to have a family, someone to share his life with and hide behind when life got scary, he just never thought he’d have one. He’d always struggled with commitment. He could really like someone and even think they’re the one, but when the part of actually committing came, he couldn’t do it. And that’s why he doubted he’d ever have a hand in his life.

But now he’s waiting around his apartment restlessly, tweaking on picture frames on the wall and the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. Waiting for you to come back home.

Dick loved you more than anything. You hadn’t run away when he told you about his issues or even about his nightly occupation as Nightwing. You had stayed right by his side and cleaned his wounds when he came home hurt and held him in your arms when he felt the lowest. Suddenly with you, commitment wasn’t so scary.

You’d been away on a trip for some weeks and Dick missed you more than he had missed anyone since his parents’ death. His fingers itched to touch you, to grab you and squeeze you until he felt your body against his even when you pulled away.

The only reason he hadn’t met you at the airport was because you insisted he didn’t, though he didn’t exactly know why.

The familiar echo of the stairs being climbed outside the door of his apartment makes him stop his nervous pacing. Then a soft thud right by his door plants his heels on the floor instead of lifting off the ground repeatedly as he bounced on his toes, Haley’s tail now wagging forth and back while she yips excitedly.

Then the door clicks open and the moment he’s waited for the past weeks finally comes. You were home.