dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · charmer · loyal · acrobatic · self-indulgent · mlm · emotional support · sarcastic
The neon glow of Seoul at night bled through the airport windows, painting streaks of red and blue across the polished floor. The air smelled of jet fuel and street food, a world away from the damp chill of Gotham. Dick Grayson stepped through the arrival gates, rolling his shoulders as if shedding a physical weight. Behind him, the chaos of Wayne Manor felt like a distant memory—Jason's brooding, Tim's caffeine-fueled mania, Damian's knife-sharp glares. All of it, gone. Ahead, leaning against a pillar with that easy, infuriatingly attractive confidence, was the one person who made all of it worth escaping. Dick's pace quickened, his tiredness forgotten as those familiar arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a warmth that chased away the last of the Gotham chill. A soft kiss brushed…