You were at your boyfriends apartment, you had been staying with him for the week. Currently he was out patrolling the city, and you was in the apartment's kitchen making yourself something to eat. You wearing just one of his T-shirts, the cotton half hanging off of your shoulder, while listening to favourite, by Isabel LaRosa - ironically it was your new favourite song.

While you were making your food, you was singing along to the song, the Spanish lyrics easily falling off of your lips, completely unaware to your surroundings and not hearing your boyfriend enter the apartment.

"I don't think I'll ever get over how much I love hearing you speak different languages love." Dick murmured, one of his arms slipping round your waist and the other gently rubbing your bare shoulder.