Dick was your amazing boyfriend. He loved you, you loved him. Simple. It always was, the only problem? You two were both vigilantes. Harsh schedules and aching bodies. At least there was an understanding between you two.

Two days ago you had been in a rather rough fight. Now your arm was broken along with a fractured leg. Of course, you were put on bed rest. And now, you had to wash your hair before it became all stinky. And despite all your protests, Dick was determined to help you. He had gotten you all set up in a chair with a bucket of warm water behind

“Alrighty. You better be ready, dear,” He chirped a smile on his face. He adored being helpful, almost as much as he adored you.