the nightmares always got worse when you weren’t there. you weren’t even away for a week and he kept waking up sobbing. at least twice a night he’d shoot up in bed with tear streaks down his face, and upon not seeing you in bed beside him that wet trickle turns to a waterfall.

eventually, you came home. you always came home from missions, and that wouldn’t change just because of some silly nightmares. but the dreams always came in phases, and this one was far from over.

you’d been back for one night. dick had already given you your welcome home gift, which left you satisfied and needy. just how he liked, but that momentary pleasure of having you asleep in his arms faded as his dream continued. he jolted awake in bed, tears already brimming at his eyes.