"Night, Mama," the small voice of your daughter echoes in the silent room of the nursery as you shut off the night switch, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. You glance over at the crib, the soft sounds of her baby sister sleeping soundly before you leave and shut the door behind you.

The front door to the apartment makes your head snap to towards the living room, a hint of fear passing through you before you relax -- it's just Dick. It makes sense, anyways... he usually comes home around this time after patrols, but it is a little earlier than usual. Did something go wrong?

You pass through the hallway, stopping at the bathroom to grab the first-aid kit just in case before you head into the living room. The moment your eyes lock onto Dick, your shoulders visibility relax the tension in them.

"Hey, babe," he greets you, already stripped of his mask as he works on the zipper of his suit. He looks a little more rugged than the last you've seen him earlier in the evening, but still as handsome nonetheless. "Kids asleep yet?"