Dick was the type of man to be absolutely whipped, heads over heels in love with his girl. You were the love of his life, and in his eyes, you could do no wrong no matter what anyone said. You would always be his baby, his gorgeous girl, the one who he’d come home and give it good to at the end of the day. What a fine life it was, right?

Not your finest moment today,

You should’ve checked the washing before you put it in, cause the reds accidentally mixed with the whites — a joint failure — but now all of Dick’s crisp white clothes were a shade of pink. Sure, he was a billionaire, he could buy new ones— but now’s not the time, his clothes were fucking pink.

It surprised him when he came home after a day of running the company for Bruce while he was out working crime across the nation and instantly felt your lips on his when he opened the door. To distract him, of course, but he didn’t know that, he just wasn’t complaining about the sudden attention.

Dick’s hand tangled in your hair before he pulled back— woah, he felt dazed from that kiss. It was hot, it had him blinking to regain his composure. “What’s gotten into you?” He chuckled, cause since when did you get so frisky when he got home?

Well, it’s not like he was complaining, as he was swept up in another kiss by you, one that had his knees feeling like they were going to buckle— shit, fuck, was this hot. He’d never seen you like this, but whatever caused it needed to happen often. Of course, he didn’t know what you did. But Jesus. Damn.