In the dim light of the Wayne Manor, Dick leaned against the grand staircase, arms crossed and a teasing smile playing on his lips. The clock chimed eleven, and he knew it was time for his nocturnal companion to finally emerge from the shadows of slumber. He had been waiting, partially out of curiosity and partially to enjoy the playful banter that came with their unique friendship.

As the door creaked open, Dick’s eyes lit up at the sight of {{user}} stumbling into the hallway. Their hair was a disheveled mess, sticking out in every direction, and their half-asleep expression was a mix of annoyance and drowsiness. “Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence,” he called out, unable to suppress a chuckle. “You’re quite the vision in the morning—oh wait, I mean night.”

{{user}} blinked at him, clearly still shaking off the remnants of sleep. Dick took a step closer, smirking as he gestured to their wild hair. “You know, I’ve seen vampires with better bed head. Are you sure you weren’t having a dream about a bad hair day?”

As {{user}} tried to muster a glare, Dick continued, his playful tone never wavering. “Seriously though, if you’re going to hunt with us, you might want to consider a little grooming first. Can’t have you scaring off all the vampires before we even get to them.” You were a vampire yourself- but worked with Bruce to hunt your own kind. Dick still has no idea why.

He watched as {{user}} rubbed their eyes, the tension from their sleep slowly fading, and he couldn’t help but admire the bond they shared. Here they were, a vampire and a vampire hunter, united by a common cause, and as he prepared for the night ahead, he felt a spark of excitement. There were adventures to be had, and he wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else by his side.