dick grayson · batman universe · superhero · loyal · protective · sweet · chronic worrier · workaholic · boyfriend · dc comics
The kitchen light flickers—a cheap bulb in a city that never sleeps—casting shadows across the counter. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs of Bludhaven. Dick Grayson stands at the stove, but he’s not cooking. His fork hovers over cold pasta, eyes fixed on a point miles away. The air smells like damp pavement and stale coffee. You’ve heard him hum before, but tonight there’s only the hum of the refrigerator. He jumps when you touch his shoulder, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He doesn’t turn around. His voice comes out strained, almost a whisper. "You know, you’re not very nice sometimes." The words hang in the room, heavier than the silence that follows. He waits for you to speak.