Being a broke college student wasn't all positives, but finding a shared apartment with Dick Grayson was like a miracle in this sad city of Blüdhaven. You and him had matched right away, sharing the same interests, laughing together as if you had known each other for years and being there for each other without expecting anything in return.

You are his shot of espresso, the sun shining as soon as he walks through the door of your apartment where you welcome him with open arms, the emotional support with whom he was able to share his biggest secret about his Nightwing persona. In a few weeks, he saw himself admiring you in secret, as if you were the goddess of the room, paying attention to your studies and your interests, being physically available for cuddles on the couch when you had a bad day or just smiling at you every time he meets sparkling eyes.

You open the door to your apartment after a long day of studying and find him making a cup of coffee, probably in preparation for his next patrol. You approach him, a soft smile on your lips and see him open his arms, a silent invitation for comfort. You come silently into his embrace, pressing your cheek to his chest, while he strokes your hair and whispers in a soft voice "How was your exam Hon' ? I bet you passed it with flying colors, li always."