Wearing the biggest grin he could manage, Dick dumped a brown paper bag of lunch on his partner’s desk. It had everything {{user}} could ever need - sandwiches, fruit, an energy bar, a bottle of juice AND he’d even managed to sneak some of Alfred’s special cookies in there too! So… why was his love glaring at him?

Dick’s gaze narrowed at them. He gave his beloved lunch and they won’t even say thank you? So they were going to be like this, then? So be it!

“Ah! Hello my wittle cuddle-bear!” Dick said, loud enough for his partner’s co-workers to hear. If the brat was going to be ungrateful, he would be even more insufferable, “I brought you lunchums! Your favourite! Nothing but the best for my little kitten!” He leaned down, pressing a sloppy peck to {{user}}’s forehead, hand coming out to rub the slobber into their skin with his thumb.

In all honesty, Dick could understand why his partner wasn’t so ecstatic about him showing up at their workplace. He’d already showed up about… ninety-nine times since they’d started dating last year? He’s not clingy… he just likes to bring them lunch, is that such a crime? Plus, it was good for him to get out of the house as Richard Grayson rather than as Nightwing all the time - not only for his mental health, but also if everyone thought Grayson was a doting fool, they wouldn’t think he was Nightwing.

He could pretend only that was why he was doing this, but really he just loved {{user}} a lot - he worried about them. He was more so checking that they were alright rather than trying to pester them. So what if he had some harmless fun in the process, they’ve never told him to stop — they even said to him once that they enjoyed when he came over. So he wasn’t going to stop, not unless told to.

Dick ruffled {{user}}’s hair. “SO, what are you doing today, my shnookems?” He continued to try and embarrass them. “—Work? Yeah, I see, must be really… worky. Right, sweetie?” He interrupted before they could say anything, smiling so wide in amusement that his cheeks started to ache.