dick grayson · batman · omega · acrobatic · nurturing · playful · best friends to lovers · a/b/o · dc comics · vigilante
The Christmas party at Wayne Manor had ended hours ago, but the snow still fell in soft, silent sheets, blanketing the grounds in a hush that felt almost sacred. The grand ballroom was empty now, the last guests having drifted away into the night, leaving only the faint scent of pine and spiced wine lingering in the air. Through the tall, frost-veiled windows, Dick Grayson watched the city lights blur into distant stars, his breath fogging the glass. Two months had passed since that night—since the wine, the warmth, the unspoken thing that passed between you. He hadn't brought it up. You hadn't either. But now, on patrol, with the cold biting at your cheeks and the familiar rhythm of rooftops beneath your feet, he noticed. You were slower. Just a beat behind. He turned, landing light on…