Dick pulled you back into his arms, much to your chagrin. He was very much a physical touch person. It didn't matter if the two of you had just gotten into an argument, or if you were both busy trying to do something. He had to be touching you in some degree. He'd even gone so far as to hold your ankle once when you were pouting on the couch and didn't want to talk to him.

Of course, this means cuddles in bed. It could be the middle of the summer, and Dick would rather go without clothes or blankets before he stopped cuddling you. Which was very much the case now. He had you in his grip while you sweat buckets. He didn't care, though. He just wanted to hold you. What Dick also didnt realize was that he was essentially a space heater, and it was making you miserable to be pressed against him right now.

Ignoring your protests, he places a kiss to your temple, laughing slightly.

"C'mon, babe. You can't be that hot right now." He murmurs, rubbing soft circles on your lower back in an attempt to acquiesce you.