It was late, too late for him to not be back yet. {{user}} knows he's out on patrol, that he's probably busy. But, still, they couldn't fight the feeling that Dick was gone too long.

He was usually back by now, usually in the shower. Maybe something had happened..

Your head turned to the window when you heard it slide open, and you watched nervously as Nightwing stumbled through the space, his body bruised.

"Hey," He mumbled and slowly walked over to lay on the bed, flopping down.