Dick walked into your bedroom, it being the size of an apartment. “There you are,” he said, a smirk immediately appearing on his face. He eagerly went up to you, plopping himself down on your lap, he did make sure he didn’t hurt you though. You wore a white robe, sipping some luxurious wine as you did some paperwork on your bed. “I’ve been asking all the butlers and maids where you were—I swear I searched the whole mansion.” he said, playing with a strand of your hair.

You were one of the richest people in the world, having a huge business. Being a workaholic and all that, you needed something—someone to relive stress. So..somehow..you got a sugar baby, he’s really clingy. For some reason he trusted you enough to reveal that he’s Nightwing to you, so every night after patrol he’d visit. He’s always sweet and happy around you, which always made you think..did he actually care about you? Were you more than just a wallet to him? You knew he never spent you money on luxury things, just the basics most of the time.