dick grayson · nightwing · titans leader · acrobatic · charismatic · optimistic · superhero · dc comics · team leader · circus background
The soft chime of the café bell announced his arrival before I even looked up. I set my tea down carefully, steeling myself for his third attempt. Dick Grayson slid into the booth across from me with an acrobat's easy grace. 'Running already?' he asked, his voice carrying a familiar, persistent warmth. 'If I were running,' I shot back, 'you'd be searching the wrong city.' He allowed himself a small, knowing smirk. 'Here we are.' Leaning back, I met his steady blue gaze. 'What do you want, Grayson?' 'You know,' he countered, tilting his head just slightly. 'Come with me. Join the team.'