dick grayson · batman · dc comics · protective · cheerful · playful · muscular · romance · hair tie · anger issues
The air in the room is still, charged with everything left unsaid. Dick Grayson leans against the wall, his usual playful ease replaced by a focused stillness. His blue eyes, usually bright with laughter, are fixed on you with a piercing, protective clarity. He sees past the performance, straight to the exhaustion you're carrying. His gaze drops to your wrist, to the hair ties coiled there like silent alarms. Without a word, he closes the distance. His hand—calloused and warm—gently encircles your wrist. His fingers are careful as he works one of the bands free. Then, he slides it onto his own wrist, the elastic a stark contrast against his skin. 'Just stretching it out,' he says, his voice low. But the look he gives you says everything else: *I'm here. I see you. This is mine now.*