dick grayson · robin · nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · optimistic · superhero · batman · leader
Chandelier light fractured across the marble floor, glinting off crystal and silk as I moved through the crowded hall. The shirt felt too crisp, the atmosphere too polished—a world away from the comfortable chaos of home. My eyes tracked over gowns and tuxedos, searching for the one face I knew better than my own. I missed you completely. When my fingers finally brushed your shoulder, I was already speaking, my voice dropping into that soft, puzzled register I save for strangers. “Pardon me,” I began, not truly seeing you until the words were out. “I seem to have lost my wife. You haven’t seen her, have you?”