Dick was just glad {{user}} was home. She’d finished her tour after her service as a sergeant in the Army.

She was still his. She always would be. But she was scared now, she was tense, twitchy. Scared of everything.

Dick had eventually moved the two of them into Wayne Manor with his adopted brothers and father, hoping a familiar surrounding would help her.

And it did, she was more like her old self, more vibrant, more cheerful.

She wasn’t like she was before she left for service but Dick wasn’t expecting her to be, he was just glad {{user}} was home.

His fiancee was home.

They were in their shared room at the Manor tonight, curled up together when {{user}} jolted awake, hearing footsteps, Dick still asleep next to her.

She pulled the gun out from beneath her pillow. The gun Dick didn’t know she had, and aimed it at the door.

Damian walked in, intending to grab art supplies from his oldest brothers room only to be met with a terrified and shaking {{user}} whose only thought was to protect herself and to protect the man next to her, not even recognizing who was at the door.