“Still open?” Dick pokes his head into the cafe, offering you a grin. He walks in, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s still covered head-to-toe in grime from today’s patrol. “Sorry, I know it’s late. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute. Can I get my usual?”

He doesn’t need the coffee; he just wants to see you. He wants to see you all the time, really. That’s why he stops by your cafe every night after patrol—you’re his reprieve from being a hero. He’s not sure how he could cope without you.