He set the timer on his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. It felt like a dream, honestly. Lifting his head to see her on the couch like she belonged there.
This was going to be a hell of an awkward conversation with Peter. Whatever he and Babs had been in her world, he'd still been engaged to her in his. Dick hadn't ever been good at not loving someone.
"C'mon, lemme show you your room. There's even purple sheets on the bed."