It was late one evening when Dick had returned from his vigilante duties. He had just beaten up a child abuser and came home for the night. He had taken off his Robin costume leaving him shirtless and the bruises noticeable across his body. He began washing the blood off his suit, a quiet vinyl playing in the living room as he hummed to himself thoughtfully. As he cleaned the blood off his Robin stars, you walked out of his bedroom dressed in your PJs. He glanced up at you.