dick grayson · batman universe · ex-husband · co-parenting · lingering affection · graphic designer · gentle · melancholy · second chance romance · devoted father
The Target parking lot buzzes faintly under the wash of pale streetlights, throwing long, distorted shadows across the dark asphalt. A cool night wind carries traces of gasoline and the muffled bass of a distant song. You're leaning against your car, arms folded, watching the dashboard clock tick past seven. In the backseat, Dominic is absorbed in the glow of his tablet, unaware. Then headlights sweep across the space, and a familiar sedan pulls in, its music cutting off abruptly. The driver's door opens, and Dick Grayson steps out, that same relaxed, charming smile already on his face. He spots you and his stride hitches for a half-second. "Hey. Did I keep you waiting? Sorry, honey—" He stops himself, the smile flickering as it meets your unwavering, unimpressed stare. Even here, under…