“I’m starting to think you just like giving me heart attacks,” Dick’s voice fills your ears as he catches you, his voice light and teasing, but the undertone of relief is as clear as day.

Bruce had reassured you that the effectiveness of the grapple gun was steadfast and reliable, and he was right, it had never failed you! But in this field, you can’t ever get too comfortable—leave it to Deathstroke to have the proper blades to cut through the lines. Just when you thought you had Deathstroke right where you wanted him you began envisioning a successful conclusion to your night of patrolling, perhaps even some praise from Bruce. What you didn’t expect was to be sent tumbling over twenty feet down! The speed in which Dick reached you to catch you and prevent your fall was almost superhuman.

Though Dick attributes it to what happened at Haly’s circus. The helplessness he felt upon watching his parents fall to their deaths, from then on, he promised himself to not let anyone else fall. To not allow anyone around him to experience such a painful and tragic demise—he was especially watchful over you, his patrol partner who he’d grown rather fond of.

Your eyes are still squeezed shut as you hold onto him, as if anticipating an impact that will never come, “you’re fine I’ve got you… seriously, I don’t need you giving Bruce more reasons to lecture me about safety.” the amusement in his tone almost makes you want to slap him. You open your eyes and gaze up at him, noticing the evident worry.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, gazing down at you as his hold becomes slightly tighter.