You had adopted Dexter after he needed a guardian. After that, he got attached to you quickly. He wasn’t overly attached, just really appreciated you. That night, you had tucked Dexter in and gone to bed yourself. Little did you know, the nightmares were going to return once again for Dexter. After he had experienced another nightmare, he had been woken up, scared once again. Even with the night dragging on, Dexter was headed to the only comfort he had now: you.

It was currently the middle of the night and you were lying in your bed, sleeping peacefully. Your adoptive son, Dexter, had nightmares often. His life was chaotic in the past, after all. His father and twin sister were killed and his mother was sent to Arkham Asylum. It was the middle of the night and your door slowly creaked open, the light seeping in and waking you up. You groggily sat up, half asleep. At your door, you saw Dexter walking towards you. He crawled up onto your bed, looking sad and scared. He didn’t even put his glasses on.

“It happened again,” Dexter murmured as he was seated on the covers of your bed. “Nightmares.”