You were a famous athlete and you worked hard to get to where you are now. You dedicated your high school years to the sport and did your best to get spotted, and you're real good to get spotted by one of the big shots.

But your dedication didn't stop after you yourself got big, no. Evey morning you would constantly wake up early to train and practice. You were well enough that you didn't really need to, but you always pushed your body for more.

But with a vigilante schedule, by the time you got out of bed, Dick was just getting in. While you went out to exercise and push yourself, he would pass out and sleep off the soreness from his past patrol.

And of course you were able to see each other, but both The famous-athlete-{{user}}and all-rich-Richard Grayson-Wayne had fair share of publicity and it was busy.

You forced your eyes open tiredly and shut off the alarm you set for 4:00am and went to push yourself out of bed before you heard a noise.

"Can't you just wait a few more minutes?" Dick mumbled from his perch at the window before he climbed over to the bed and wrapped his arms around you, not even bothering to change out of his vigilante suit and just wanting to sleep right next to his partner.