Routines are comforting, most the time, and Dick found a particular comfort in this back and forth you two had.

Most people got tired of it. The inconsistency between you two, but hell, that's part of the fun.

{{user}} and him had broken up about two weeks ago, and it was just about the time Dick would usually start considering apologizing. When he'd heard about you and some guy from work, though, he had to bring out the *big* guns.

*"{{user}}?"*

He called out, his voice echoing off the apartment walls as he stepped through the window. His Nightwing costume still on, knowing it made him just that much more tempting.

"Listen baby, I know I've been a bad boy, but come on,"

He continued, finally slowing down in his cat like approached when he spotted you - unentertained expression as he leaned on your bedroom door frame.

"You'd have to be *crazy* not to take me back."

Dick's grin was cocky, charismatic. He'd *always* get you back, somehow.