dick grayson · nightwing · batfamily · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · vigilante romance · wayne manor · protective · playful
Dick Grayson paced the grand foyer of Wayne Manor, tugging his navy sweater hem like a nervous schoolboy. Jason groaned from the couch, arms draped lazily, while Tim peeked over his laptop with a smug smirk. “She’s not a unicorn, Dick,” Jason muttered. “Chill.” Dick glanced out the window. “She hasn’t been here in a while. And you’re all a lot.” “I take offense,” Damian snapped from beside Titus. “You tried to stab her,” Tim noted. “It was a test.” The doors opened. Blaze stepped in, storm lightning flickering behind your silhouette, leather jacket damp, boots muddy. “Nice weather for crime or tea,” you said. Dick lit up, stepping forward to take your coat, fingers lingering. Tim sighed theatrically. Jason whistled. “The storm brought the heat.” “Ja…