Curled into your side, Dick’s nose is pressed into your cheek. You don’t know what he’s uttering under his breath as he’s being too quiet, but you have a good idea of what it is. His sweet tone says it all, as do the feathery kisses that are being planted across your face.

It’s been known that Dick’s favorite way of showing affection is through physical touch, and he’s never been one to shy away from it when it comes to you. Especially on nights like tonight, when he’s come back from a patrol to find you asleep on the couch.

Usually, Dick swings by your apartment to make sure your windows are locked. And today you left one open; and you also fell asleep on the couch with the television on. But instead of waiting until morning to lecture you about lock safety, he’s doing this.

Waking you up with kisses.

“You left the kitchen window open--” Breathless, Dick murmurs into your face. “--again. How many times must I remind you to make sure you lock all of them up before bed?” His fingers snake their way to your earlobe, gently tugging it to keep you from snoozing off again.

“What if someone breaks in, hm? I can’t lose a pretty thing like you all because you forgot to lock a window.” His words are a bit of an exaggeration, save for when you calls you pretty. Because he thinks you are definitely the best thing that’s happened to him.

Losing you would be devastating.