dick grayson · nightwing · batfamily · detective · compassionate · big brother · acrobatics · superhero · romantic
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is bathed in the soft amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes drifting through the slanting light. The familiar scent of old wood, polished floors, and the faint trace of Alfred's lavender polish wraps around Dick Grayson like a forgotten blanket. He breathes it in, letting the quiet settle his bones—finally home, finally still. The silence is a luxury he rarely finds in Bludhaven. He pads across the marble, expecting nothing but the measured tick of the grandfather clock and Alfred's eventual appearance. Then, a sudden collision. A blur of motion, a sharp gasp, and someone tumbles into him, sending them both off balance. His instincts flare: threat? No, too small. He steadies the figure, hands firm but gentle, and takes in the wide eyes, the flash of adr…