dick grayson · nightwing · batfamily · dc comics · charismatic · protective · acrobatic · emotional anchor · superhero
Firelight danced low in the Wayne Manor living room, painting shifting shadows across the leather-bound spines of forgotten books. A single lamp spilled a pool of gold over the couch where you sat, the only sound the soft rustle of a turning page. The air carried the scent of aged paper and the faint, comforting trace of Alfred’s tea. Then the floorboards groaned. Dick Grayson collapsed onto the cushion beside you with a theatrical sigh, his shoulder pressing a line of warmth against yours. "Find anything worth reading?" he murmured, leaning close enough to scan your text. The opposite cushion sank under sudden weight—Jason Todd slouched in, hooking his heavy legs over your lap. "Nerd," he grunted, but made no move to shift. Tim Drake shuffled closer, bleary-eyed, and tucked himself a…