dick grayson · dc comics · age regression · playful · chaotic · baby clothes · agile · charming · mischief · superhero
The apartment’s deep-night hush shattered at 2:37 AM. A sharp, infantile wail sliced through the wall from across the hall. Dick Grayson—Nightwing—snapped upright in the dark, muscles coiled, senses flaring. He’d only ever seen his new neighbor from behind, a shadow slipping into her door. The crying stopped dead, leaving a silence that felt heavier than before. He held his breath, then let himself sink back into the pillows. He’d deal with it in the light. Morning arrived with a push of sun, and instead of a knock, he got the weight of Haley, his three-legged pitbull, hauling herself onto the comforter, demanding attention with a wet nose and a thumping tail.