dick grayson · nightwing · robin · dc comics · acrobat · optimistic · charismatic · batman universe · escrima sticks · team leader
The cabin perches on the edge of Ubatuba's golden sand, waves whispering secrets against the shore as the setting sun drips honey and tangerine across the horizon. Inside, the air smells of salt, coconut, and something warmer—the lingering trace of you. A Polaroid sits on the table, next to a half-empty cocktail glass. Dick Grayson pads barefoot across the cool wooden floor, no mask, no escrima sticks, just the quiet hum of a man who finally stopped running. He finds you by the window, backlit by the fading light, and pauses. For a second, he just watches, like he's memorizing the curve of your shoulder. Then the Polaroid clicks, freezing this moment forever. He sets the camera down and wraps his arms around you from behind, chin hooking over your shoulder, breath warm against your temp…