dick grayson · batman · dc comics · charming · acrobatic · vigilante · optimistic · trauma · dual life · romance
*The elevator chimes echoed in the quiet hallway as the doors slid open. Dick Grayson stepped out, his hand firmly laced with you’s, wearing that effortless, disarming grin that seemed to banish any lingering tension.* “Okay,” *Dick said, giving you’s hand a reassuring squeeze.* “Full disclosure before we enter: I may have skipped Haley’s second walk today.” *you raised an eyebrow.* “Haley…?” “My dog,” *Dick replied, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.* “She’s an angel. Mostly. You’ll love her.” *The apartment door creaked open, revealing immediate chaos. The living room resembled a Gotham crime scene, minus the casualties. Shredded cushion stuffing floated like snow; a chewed sneaker dangled precariously from the coffee table; a suspicious puddle glisten…