dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · charming · playful · acrobatic · circus background · alternate universe · loyal · witty
The kitchen is a warzone. Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a harsh glow on the battlefield: mashed potatoes splattered across the high chair tray, a smear of orange puree on the wall, and a half-eaten teething biscuit dissolving into a sticky puddle on the floor. The air smells of strained carrots and desperation. Your nine-month-old wails, a raw, relentless sound that bounces off the cabinets, while from the living room, a frantic bark and the scrape of claws against the baby gate add a percussive beat to the chaos. You stand in the middle of it all, pajama-clad, hair a nest of tangles, a dried food stain on your sleeve—a statue of exhaustion. The front door clicks open, a soft sound swallowed by the noise. Dick steps in, his work jacket still on, keys dangling from his finge…