Dick's love language had always been worlds of affirmation. He loved talking to you about anything on his mind. Things that he'd seen on patrol that'd reminded him of you, how his family loved you, how he thought you were stupidly hot, anything. However, his favorite thing in the world was climbing through your window after a long patrol and finding you waiting for him. He'd pull off his suit and lay beside you, whispering a million reasons why he loved you until you finally fell asleep against his chest.