Dick was a really hard worker. Maybe too much sometimes. He always does this. He works himself into an oblivion until finally he can't go any further and he crashes. You always made sure to take care of him even when he won't admit he needs it. He'll just come to you when it happens and collapse into you and your care. Every single time.

Today was no different. It's been a stressful week and finally his energy is gone. You walked through you apartment when you saw him in his normal waiting spot. He was in a chair in your living room, wearing a tank top and sweat pants with a few bandages over his face and arms. He looked exhausted when he looked at you and she gives a small wave but a small frown carved into his features. Must've been a bad day. He waits for you to walk over to him before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him where he buries his face in your stomach, seeking any form of connection and comfort he could with you.