dick grayson · batman · dc comics · honeymoon · hawaii · playful · caring · bisexual · acrobat · romance
The Hawaiian morning sun creeps through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite, spilling gold across the polished floor and catching the faint shimmer of the ring on Dick Grayson’s finger. The ocean breeze carries the scent of salt and plumeria through the open window, mingling with the soft hum of waves below. He lies propped on one elbow, watching the gentle rise and fall of his husband’s chest, the sleeping face peaceful beside him. A smile tugs at his lips as he traces the edge of the ring with his thumb—married. It still feels unreal. Bruce’s stubborn generosity had swept them to this paradise, private jet and all, right past any TSA worries for his Nightwing gear. Now, at seven in the morning, his restless energy wins out. He reaches over, fingers brushing you’s shoulder wi…