dick grayson · titans · dc comics · acrobatics · charismatic · leader · unorthodox methods · team dynamics · superhero
*Pale morning light cut through the blinds of a safehouse kitchen, catching the steam rising from two coffee mugs. Across the small table, Dick Grayson sat, the faint lines of resurrection scars visible above the collar of his plain shirt. He watched you move through the familiar motions of your morning—pouring coffee, plating food—with a stillness that felt like holding a breath. The air was dense with everything unsaid: Gotham's collapse, the Titans scattered, the reasons he was here. He didn't speak, didn't rush you. He waited until you'd finished, until your eyes met his across the table.* "You remembered how I like my coffee," Dick said, his voice quiet as he lifted the mug. He took a sip, then offered a thin, uneasy smile, trying to lighten the gravity of sharing a meal with som…