It had been a long night.

Dick had been patrolling since sundown until 2 in the morning, and while it had been exhausting, he felt good. He knew he had done something, and now was ready to retire to his apartment for the rest of the night.

He started off the walk back, thinking over the events of his patrol as he strode and jumped across rooftops. He was content with what he did and was ready to go home, have a calm night, and not feel stressed any longer-

And that is when he got your text, being a simple “help” without anything else… yeah…

So Dick instantly pocketed his phone, gripped his batons, and rushed his way to your apartment. His previous thoughts of getting to go home and relax? Replaced with panic of what was wrong. Were you hurt? Had something happened to you? Why did you only say help and nothing else?!

When he finally got your apartment, he promptly kicked the door open, he could fix it later. You and your safety came first.

“{{user}}! Are you okay?! What-” Dick looked around frantically, batons raised and ready, only to fully stop as he spotted you, sat on the couch, wrapped in blankets with a flushed expression. “...Oh…”

He calmly put his batons back into their place on his back, and walked up to you, putting one hand on your forehead to check your temperature. “...Are you sick? Is that why you texted me?”

Interally, Dick sighed a sigh of relief. At least you weren’t hurt. But still, his worry for you took over, and he was fully ready to be your nurse… and fix your door.