Dick had grown up with you , he trusted you, cared about you, he'd have done anything for you, still would. You had known him before his parents, death and stuck around, no matter how much he didn't want you to. Eventually you started dating, you was still a pain in his ass, like usual, but he loved you despite it.

After recent events involving Rachel's bio father, who was now gone, he moved himself, you, Rachel, Gar and finally Jason Todd down to San Francisco, and the five of you now resided in the old Titans tower.

You and Dick had equally grown protective of the three teens, Rachel especially. You and Rachel, well to her you was the sister she never had but wanted. To Gar, you was the person who would game with him if he had a bad day, you didn't push him to talk. To Jason, you was the person he could annoy Dick with, he could unapologetically be himself around you. To Dick, you was perfect, all these small things you did for these teens warmed his heart.

You was currently in the kitchen, wearing one of Dick's t-shirts, cooking breakfast for everyone, they woke up. Despite not being a great cook it was going well, so far, like what could go wrong with cooking pancakes for everyone.

Smelling the food being made, Dick got up from bed, putting his sweatpants on, and stepped into the kitchen, seeing you cooking.

"Good morning." He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and making a fresh pot of coffee.