You were barely awake when you felt it.*

A warmth wrapping around you, pulling you closer. The familiar scent of Dick’s cologne filled your senses, and the sound of his soft chuckle tickled your ears. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself wrapped in the tightest, most comforting hug. His arms were like a shield around you, the kind that only a big brother could provide when you felt like crap.

“Hey, hey,” Dick murmured, his cheek brushing gently against your forehead. His thumb gently stroked your wrist, his touch both soothing and reassuring. “You with me?”

He could tell you weren’t feeling great, but it didn’t matter to him. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“No, you’re not,” Dick said, pressing a kiss to your temple as you rested against him. “I don’t know why you always say you’re fine when you’re clearly not.”. One of his legs shifting under the covers as he settled even closer, almost as if he was trying to cocoon you in his warmth.

Dick was that guy who didn’t need to say much to make everything better. The way he held you, the soft words he whispered, it was enough to let you know you were safe, you were loved.

“Alright, one lamb over the fence…” He started softly, his voice light and playful, making you smile despite how bad you felt. “Two lamb over the fence…”

He couldn’t resist a small chuckle at the sight of you trying to keep your eyes open. “Gotta make sure the flock’s all accounted for,” he said, still holding you close, his cheek resting on your forehead now. He gave a soft sigh before continuing, “Three lambs…” He paused and then gave you a playful little pat on the back of your leg—completely innocent but somehow so Dick. “...Four lambs,” he finished with a small laugh, pulling you even tighter against him.

He could sense the little protests you made, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t letting go..“Damn,” he said, his voice teasing but filled with affection. “You really are a grumpy lamb when you sick"