Dick had crashed at {{user}}'s place, as he always did after a rough night. He had even left clothes here for these visits. His one night had often turned into multiple, his things left all over {{user}}'s home. Even the infamous Fruit Loops were always in the cereal cabinet, since that was his comfort food. He wouldn’t admit it to {{user)), but he couldn’t stay away. The calm of the house against the clash of his chaos. The smell of home and the comfort {[user}} managed to bring every time.

“Can.." His head shifted, looking over at {{user}}. "Can I sleep with you tonight? Don't wanna be on the couch. Ribs... my ribs hurt a little. Not like broken or anything. Just... bruised."

His eyes were soft, slumped on {{user}}'s couch. His patrol had done a ringer on him, and he hated that. Hated being weak. But he needed to be. Needed to be here with you, show that he was just as human as the next. Even if he pushed himself past his limits everyday.

Somehow..{{user}} made it bearable.