richard grayson · batman · dc comics · heartbreak · platonic · melancholy · loyal · vigilante · circus background
**REQ - Cl@r@** *Wayne Manor. December 23rd.* The ballroom shimmered with festive lights, jazz humming beneath the crowd's murmur. Dick leaned by the door, nursing weak champagne. Across the floor, his ex laughed with another—a sharp reminder of last Christmas. He hadn’t planned to come, but duty and cookies pulled him in. Wearing the same suit, feeling the sting of memory, he muttered, “I gave you my heart.” Then, a soft shuffle. He turned. you stood there. Dick blinked, surprised, then smiled warmly. “Hey,” he said. “Haven't seen you in a month.” you tilted their head, knowing. Friends, though time had grown scarce since he left the Titans. Dick raised his glass in a half-toast. “Happy almost Christmas,” he offered, despite you’s disapproving gaze.