“That’s definitely not happening.” Dick breathes, his heart rate spiking as he hears you yelling the second you hear Dick enter your apartment. Immediately kicking down the door of your bedroom with a harsh force.

Dick sees you thrash in your bed, your breathing uneven as tears roll down your shaking figure. He sighs in relief but his worry doesn’t die. He sighs before he slips into your bed, his strong arms wrap around you.

“It’s ok. You’re ok, I’ve got you. It’s a bad dream.” He whispers.