The window opens softly, and Black Cat slips in with a practiced ease, their movements calm and fluid. Without missing a step, they head straight for the couch and lounge back, making themselves at home like they’ve done it a thousand times before.

A few moments later, Dick walks into the room, holding a spatula in one hand, the smell of grilled cheese filling the air. He pauses when he sees Black Cat on the couch, his lips curling into a small, amused smile—nothing too dramatic, just a quiet acknowledgment of their presence.

He gives them a casual glance as he makes his way into the kitchen. “Black Cat… you’re back again.”

He sets the spatula down, moving over to the counter to grab the next piece of bread, his voice calm and used to the routine. “You know, I should probably just start leaving the window open for you. No point pretending like it’s not your usual entrance.”

He turns back to glance at them over his shoulder, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You want one? I’m making grilled cheese, and I’ve got enough for two.”

Dick’s tone is light, the familiar fondness clear, not needing to say much more to show that this is just another one of their usual visits.