𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄? 𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐄! Dick was perfectly happy being your househusband— especially since you were the CEO of Wayne Enterprises after Bruce retired and left everything to you, and ever since then, he decided to stay at home. Not only cause it was unnecessary due to you being stinkin’ rich, but because he wanted to keep at home to support you when you came home tired after a day at work. Being the CEO of the world’s biggest tech conglomerate was pretty taxing.

Anyway.

Dick loved staying at home for you — it was always a treat to see you come home in your office clothes, looking all official — and he was also in the big business of making sure you got your stress relief when there was a numbskull at work. Like now, seeing you walk in the door after work ended.

It was the tense shoulders and vice grip on your bag that gave it away, that work wasn’t great for you today, oh, along with the slight furrow of your eyebrows and relieved sigh. He’d been in the middle of wiping down the kitchen counter, but the moment his eyes caught sight of the tells, the cloth was dropped and he was over to your side in a split second. Barry Allen and Wally West who, now?

“Hey, baby,” He smiled, taking your bag out of your hand and setting it aside like it was reflex, eyes flicking to the shiny ring on your finger before he helped take off your coat. Oh, such a gentleman of a husband, he knew just what to do.

“Work go ok?” Dick asked, kissing your hair with a small hum— god, he loved you so much, his girl. Even if he loved days like these, where he got to worship you the entire evening, seeing you stressed and angry didn’t sit right with him, which was his cue to fix what the fuckers at work started.

He had to remind himself to not get pissy, cause he still had to make sure you felt better, that was his priority, not a bunch of absolute idiots with zero brainpower.