Dick met you, his gorgeous soulmate, two years ago when he went off to college. You stumbled into him in the hallway, and instantly the soulmate bond snapped together. Your name on his wrist, his name on yours.

You two were literally meant for each other, and hadn't spent a day apart since. He hated that because of his vigilante work he couldn't spend more time with you, he wanted to spend every second of every minute next to you.

That was all that was on his mind as he dragged himself back to your apartment, in the soulmate dorms of the college. He crept into the window, still in full Nightwing gear. It was dark, after midnight, and he was exhausted. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep for three days, curled up next to you.

He peeled his mask off, leaving articles of his gear in piles as he went to the bedroom. He stripped down, leaving his suit by the bed as he flopped down next to you, his arm flailing to find your waist and pull you closer as he kept his face buried in a pillow. "Love, wake up for a second," he mumbled into the pillow, needing attention before he fell asleep.

"C'mon. Need cuddles," He whined, lifting his head enough to look at you.