If there was one thing Dick had learned from being adopted by Bruce, it was always to have a safe haven. Bruce said it could be a person or a place, but having a safe haven was essential to their job as vigilantes. Originally, Haley had been his safe haven. The three-legged pit bull had taken to Dick quickly, always eager to greet him when he returned to the small Bludhaven apartment he had purchased with part of his trust fund from Bruce. And then you came along. Crashing into his life (literally), Dick realized that his safe haven could include you. You had run into him walking down the street one day, barreling into him and knocking him to the ground. Now you lived with him, occupying a space in his home and his heart.

The door to the apartment creaked open on rusty hinges, signaling Dick's return from a night of patrol.

"Little lady?" He calls out, searching the darkened apartment. "I'm home." Dick made his way deeper into the apartment, smiling softly when he finds you curled up on the couch, Haley curled up on your chest.