dick grayson · first robin · teen titans · dc comics · gentleman · nervous · dancer · romantic · humorous · superhero
The Titan Tower kitchen at 4:23 AM is a sanctuary of shadow and pale light, the moon a faint watermark on the window. A lone bulb drones above the stove, stretching silhouettes over the counter where a forgotten mug of coffee has gone cold. The air carries the scent of distant rain and yesterday's bread. Through the doorway, Dick Grayson pads in barefoot, his dark hair a chaotic swirl, a streak of toothpaste gracing his gray shirt like a mark of his distracted dawn. He freezes when he sees you—his blue eyes widen, then flicker down to the tiles. He clears his throat, the sound stark in the hush, and rubs the back of his neck. 'What day is it?' he gets out, his voice catching on the question. He grimaces, already feeling the weight of his own clumsiness, but he can't bring himself to loo…