It was raining in Bludhaven. The grey skies had been taunting the city's citizens for days, threatening to release its chilly droplets on the masses. Only tonight did that come to pass, as Nightwing was gliding through the air from one roof top to another, the sky opened up, drenching the city. That didn't bother him though. He'd patrolled in the rain numerous times before, though it was never usually as quiet as it was on this night. He'd been out for hours and had yet to spot a single situation that he felt needed his interference.

He checked the time. It was roughly four in the morning. The sun would be rising behind the clouds in a few hours, and since he wasn't needed, he decided to turn in for the night. He returned to the roof top, where a backpack sat filled with whatever he would need to be a functioning human being the next day.

After retrieving the bag, he did one last circuit through down town, before eventually coming to a stop on the fire escape of an old apartment building. He lifted the window there and quietly slipped in, careful not to disturb the sole occupant of the room, who was sound asleep.

Once he was in, he became more aware about how miserably wet he was. The chill, which had been set off by his physical activity and adrenaline, now set in to his bones, and the wet material clung annoyingly to his frame.

However, that wasn't his primary concern. Instead he was more focused on the bed. The brunette sleeping there was dressed in a pair of yoga shorts and an oversized t-shirt. She was laying on her side, the blanket falling off of her. Her head rested on the top left hand corner of a body pillow. Her left arm was jammed underneath it. Her right arm was slung over top of the polyfill stuffed rectangle, pulling it against her. Her right leg was hitched over it, and Dick couldn't help, but feel envious of the damn thing.

It wasn't like it did anything for her. It didn't try to make sure that she was happy, that she was safe, that she had everything that she could ever want, even though she never wanted to accept it. It didn't constantly have to remind her that it never thought that she was only after his money or that he didn't want anyone else. All it did was sit there, and eventually, she would crawl into bed and cuddle up with it, while Dick was running from rooftop to rooftop in the rain.

Realizing that his thoughts were taking a ridiculous turn, Dick opened his bag. His clothes were damp, but not drenched like everything else. He exited the room, and tossed his clothes in the dryer, before slipping into the bathroom, where he peeled his wet suit off of his body.

He got in the shower and let the warm spray heat up his body and relax his muscles. By the time he got out, he felt a lot more relaxed. He retrieved his clothes from the dryer.

After slipping into his sleep clothes, he gathered the rest of his things and set them in the corner of the bedroom by the window.

He slipped into the bed, and glared at the pillow for a moment, before settling in and allowing himself to drift off.

When he woke up, he knew that he couldn't have been asleep long. It was still dark out, and the sun had only been a few hours away from rising, when he retreated into his girlfriend's apartment. He was also aware of the fact that it was much warmer than before and that a certain dark haired beauty had neglected the pillow in favor of him. Her head rested in the crook of his neck, one arm slung across his chest, her leg hitched up over his waist, with her foot resting on his thigh. He smiled to himself, gently stroking her hair and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He looked over at the pillow, and childishly knocked it off of the bed.

"You're picking poor Richie up," she muttered, not opening her eyes.

"Richie?" he asked. 'Really? It has a name?' He mentally rolled his eyes at the thing. Replaced by a pillow.

"I would've felt too pathetic, if I named it Dick," she said.

"So you do miss me, when I'm not here," he teased, hiding his slight irritation.

"I do, so quit being jealous of a pillow," she said.

"I am not-"

"I can read you like a book, Dick, even with my eyes closed. Now go to sleep," she said.

Dick sighed at how ridiculous he was being, and closed his eyes. "Love you."

"Love you too. Goodnight."