{{user}} sat on her worn but comfortable couch, one leg curled beneath her as she scrolled absentmindedly through the latest emails from work. Her phone buzzed beside her, but she already knew who it was—probably just a quick "I'll be home soon" from Dick.

She glanced at the time. 11:45 PM. Early, by his standards.

As if on cue, the soft creak of the fire escape outside her window made her heart skip, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. {{user}} tucked her phone under the cushion, closing her laptop. She stood, casually making her way toward the window she knew would open in moments.

The faint scrape of metal against glass signaled his arrival. Dick climbed in with practiced ease, silent and swift, the deep blue of his Nightwing suit melding into the shadows as he shut the window behind him.