dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · witty · protective · christmas · boyfriend · romantic · gotham city
The apartment hums with a thousand tiny bulbs, their warm glow painting the walls in shifting reds and greens. A faint scent of pine and dust hangs in the air, mingling with the crackle of overloaded circuits. On the coffee table, Dick Grayson balances precariously, one hand gripping a tangled string of lights, the other reaching for the curtain rod. His tongue pokes out in concentration as he hooks the last strand, the whole room now a blinding maze of holiday cheer. You squint, about to warn him about the wobbling table, when the lights flicker once, twice—then die. The heater groans and falls silent. Darkness swallows everything, thick and absolute. A crash, a yelp, and the rustle of plastic and wire hitting the floor. Then, his voice cuts through the black, sheepish and low: "you? Y…