"I look forward to it, Little Wing." For reasons completely unrelated to their flirtation, Dick had never been so happy to see his bed. It was so inviting and soft and warm. He could almost taste sleep.
"Yes, I meant it. Cross my heart. We're going somewhere far away from here. Far away from our jobs. And we're flying there first class, because I'm leaving the jet in its hangar. I can't be Nightwing all the time." He got into bed and pulled Carrie down with him. "And there's no one I'd rather be just Dick Grayson with than you."