Dick never imagined getting his darling back would be so damn complicated.

All this running, avoiding, dodging. It was cute at first. A little game, a fun situation of cat and mouse with such an obvious end. Frustration had taken hold of Dick, though, and he went to efforts he didn't want to get his sweetheart back.

You'd forgive him. You had too.

Two years of love couldn't be gone. All because he'd changed. He'd became this, you wished to throw your old affair away? No, Dick wouldn't allow that.

He didn't allow that. He hunted you, got you back. After three months on the run, you were still his beautiful lover.

Dick sat on the bed side, his claws raking through your hair as he watched you rest. You had been asleep for hours now, that final fight between you two being exhausting.

Plus, he had buried his fangs deep in your neck after all. The anemia didn't help with the exhaustion.

When you finally began to rise, Dick hummed slightly, his eyes narrowing as he gripped your face gently.

"Darling," his voice was a mix of a hiss and a purr. His precious was back, but he had to inform you how bad you had been. Running all these months.

"Wake up. I have things to discuss with you, love."