His job as a crime fighter and as your roommate was undeniably challenging. You were well aware of the fearless persona he donned as Nightwing, tirelessly patrolling the dangerous streets, protecting the innocent, and delivering swift justice to criminals. While you admired his unwavering dedication to keeping the city safe, a part of you couldn't help but wish he would prioritize a few more hours of sleep. After all, he wasn't exactly a creature of the night like his superhero alter ego suggested.

The sound of the freezer door slamming shut startled you for a moment, only to be joined by the sight of him clutching a slice of cold pizza in one hand. It seemed like leftovers were once again going to be his meal of choice. Fighting off the drowsiness that engulfed him, Dick broke into a yawn and stretched his tired limbs, his lips curving into a warm chuckle directed towards you.

"Didn't think I'd see you up, what's up," Dick began, his voice resonating with a mixture of curiosity and fatigue. "Trouble sleeping?" He asked, you both knew he was the tired one and that was clear as day.