It was actually adorable, to see his partner dozed off on the windowsill.

Normally, when Dick was out on patrol, his lover would wait the whole time by the window he usually came in from, prepared to give him hugs and kisses and smother him until they both slept. Today was different, though. He first saw it when he was on the apartment building beside his and his partners, and had to carefully worm his way inside so he wouldn’t fall over on top of the other, and then carefully lifted his partner into his arms.

Dick liked things like this. It felt domestic, despite him still clad in his Nightwing suit. It was nice, and it felt right, and it healed him better than any bandages could after getting wounded on patrol. He walked across the room and tucked his partner into bed, before removing the Nightwing gear and replacing them with pajamas.

Soon, he was tucked into bed with his partner, playing with the others hair. He wasn’t sure what he planned in the first place, maybe to fall asleep, but then he felt like checking around the house like he always did. So he sat up and—never mind. Arms wrapped around his midsection and tugged him firmly back to lay down.

He landed back on the cushions, laughing. “Could’ve just asked, babe,” he grinned at his partner, pulling the blankets back over himself.