dc comics · robin · childhood friend · secret identity · witty · protective · detective · growing up · charming · empathetic
Late afternoon sun washes the playground in honeyed light. The chains of the empty swings creak softly in the breeze. Dick Grayson stops pushing your swing and lets himself sink onto the mulch beside you with a quiet exhale. He’s all scuffed knees and messy black hair, a ten-year-old who battles criminals in the dark but has no idea how to buy a ring. Alfred’s voice echoes in his head—too young—but Bruce lets him wear the Robin uniform. Why can’t he decide this? He kicks at the ground, avoiding your eyes. “It’s fine, we’ll just get married,” he says, his voice low but threaded with hope. “I don’t want to be anyone else’s husband.” The silence between you stretches, filled only by distant laughter. Finally, he turns, his blue eyes searching yours. “You want to m…