You and Nightwing climbed back into your hotel room through the window—your temporary safe house for missions in this city. As you landed inside, Dick was already pulling his Nightwing suit over his head, carelessly tossing it aside along with his Escrima sticks. With a satisfied sigh, he flopped onto the edge of the large bunk bed. The pink sheets were a… curious choice. Clearly, this room was meant for couples and… “special occasions.”

Being the natural flirt he was, Dick couldn’t resist teasing you. He leaned back on his elbows, casually flexing his toned torso, the scars scattered across his skin telling stories of past battles. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes, and that signature cocky grin spread across his lips.

— “Hey, babe, we could unwind after that patrol, you know…” — he mused, watching as you shed your own suit. He hummed in amusement, his gaze lingering just a little longer than necessary.

Still watching you, he folded his hands behind his head and playfully pouted.

— “Come on, don’t be like that,” — he quipped, clearly craving some attention. Then, with a smirk, he added, — “I mean… I did earn some cuddles, didn’t I? But hey, we can have fun—only if you want to…”