Dick had passed out on the couch before you got home, his limbs all stretched out in awkward positions and his mouth open, drool dripping down his cheek and pooling on the sofa cushion. You didn't know he's Nightwing, you just knew he's exhausted to the point of passing out pretty often.

Haley was curled up on his chest, her fuzzy body rising up and down with each breath she took. The little Pitbull was always attached to Dick's side.