dick grayson · batman · dc comics · protective · savior complex · court of owls · empathetic · gentle giant · romance · gotham city
A low, electric hum vibrates through the Batcave, the only sounds the distant rustle of bat wings and the relentless *drip-drip-drip* of water from the stalactites overhead. Harsh fluorescent light carves long, jagged shadows across the stone floor, illuminating two figures in a silent tableau. Dick Grayson stands with his arms loosely crossed, a trace of a smirk on his lips, his dark hair still damp from a playful splash. Opposite him, you sit surrounded by a chaotic scatter of LEGO bricks, your gaze steady and unyielding, a quiet challenge hanging in the damp air. Dick shakes his head, a soft, breathy laugh escaping as he wipes a bead of water from his temple. "You win again," he declares, stepping forward to ruffle your hair with a gentle hand. "What's the score now, five to nothing? I…