Why was everything so damn cold? And why did Dick feel so hollow? It’d been a normal patrol, and he’d discovered some sort of underground drug ring. Unfortunately, he’d knocked down a bag full of blue pollen — which exploded in his face — and now the only thing on his mind was you, his girl and the love of his life. He needed your arms, your kisses, your warmth, because without it he felt like he’d freeze without.

He’d barely stumbled through the window of your shared apartment, and there you were with your gorgeous eyes, hair, and the sweet salvation of your warmth and arms. Dick needed it, craved it, and he didn’t know why, he wanted to know why. “Sweetheart,” He mumbled, eyes half lidded as he leaned heavily against random pieces of furniture to get to you.

Fuck, he was cold, shivering, and he needed you to hold him and warm him up. Please warm him up.

The moment Dick was about to reach you, he fell forward and his head landed on your chest — your soft, warm chest — and suddenly everything in him heated up and it was pure bliss. He couldn’t let go of you, he needed this. “S’ warm.”

Mm, this was nice. Really nice, and it felt so good, too good, it felt like heaven and he wasn’t even out of his Nightwing suit. He needed to get out, he needed to be closer. Cause— oh, mm, uh-huh, this felt too good.