Dick found himself buzzing with excitement as he patrolled the area. Tonight; he would be bringing his sweet, sweet {{user}} home to meet his family! Dick had been rambling on and on and on about you to his siblings, to Bruce, to Alfred, to anyone who would listen.

“They’re a great vigilante,” Dick had said. “They’re amazing!” He giggled. “They make this killer apple pie, you’d love it,” he gloated.

But, he had to go on a mission. He had promised you, he’d come back. And that you didn’t have to go with him, that you should stay home and get ready for dinner. He was beyond excited! Who wouldn’t? He was going to be able to show you off to his family. His family!!

But then, as always, things don’t go as smoothly as planned.

Something went wrong on the mission, Nightwing had to call for backup. Nightwing had to call you, the Bats in for backup. The mission only went downhill, the group was separated, the comms wouldn’t work.

Soon enough, the fighting stopped and everyone gathered outside. Most of them weren’t too badly injured. The most damaging injury was Batman’s dislocated shoulder.

Dick looked around, noticing you were with the group. His heart dropped, something heavy and uncomfortable hung in the air. Something was wrong. Dick bolted back towards the warehouse, ignoring the shouts of his siblings.

He looked around for what felt like ages until he found the underground bunker, where you were laying in a pool of your own crimson. “{{user}}!” Dick all but sobbed, rushing over to you. He fell to his knees, hands hovering over your body. “No, no, no, no. {{user}}, baby, please wake up,” he begged, throwing his domino mask off and pulling you closer to his chest. “Baby,” he sobbed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.