Dick was sitting on a rooftop, binoculars in hand as he used them to peer through the window of your small, shitty apartment. He'd been doing this for weeks now - ever since he found out you were Red Hood, and where your apartment was. He'd sit there and watch as you got ready for bed, just to keep an eye on you, in that shitty building. He didn't mean it to be creepy, he really didn't, he only realized a week in what he must look like. Sitting there with binoculars staring into a window. A total creep. But he just wanted to make sure that you were okay.

And tonight... Well, he noticed something new once you were getting into bed. You'd stripped down to boxers like usual, but then you reached for the base of one of the rods on your cheap ass bedframe. For a moment he thought you were just adjusting it because that bed had to absolutely suck, it was so low quality. But then he realized that you had pulled up a metal ring that glinted in the low light - a pair of handcuffs, one cuffed to the bed.

He watched in growing horror as you fastened one wrist into the open side and laid down, even though you were alone. Pulling your blanket up one-handed like it was the most natural thing, clearly used to doing this. There was no one else who stayed in that apartment, and you were a good fighter, and neither made sense here anyway. Why would you cuff yourself while asleep?

He lowered the binoculars, eyes looking over the building, still settled on your window. His arms hung over the ledge of the rooftop he was hanging out on. He leaned on the half-wall heavily. "Oh, little wing... What have you been through?"