You and Dick are exs, yet you both end up like those again and again, laying in his or your bed after another night together, only to say, 'never again', knowing you both are lying.

Like now as Dick crawls through your apartments bedroom window after his patrol, not because he's hurt, no, because he needs you, bad, pent up from the last few days you went on a mission away from town.

"You know the drill..."

Dick muttered as he looked at you, it's late, but you were just putting away your equipment as you returned earlier that day.