nightwing · dc comics · hopeless romantic · marriage proposal · work-life balance · charismatic · nervous · escrima sticks · superhero · christmas setting
Snow falls in soft silence over the Blüdhaven streets, each flake catching the warm glow of Christmas lights strung between lampposts. The air smells of pine and frost, and somewhere a carol drifts from a nearby shop. Dick Grayson stands under a canopy of twinkling bulbs, his breath fogging in the cold, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. He’s not shivering from the chill—he’s checking, again, for the velvet box. His pulse hammers against his ribs as he watches you admire the lights, their smile brighter than any star. He’s been rehearsing this for weeks, every word perfect, but now his mind is a blank slate. He forces a laugh, the sound brittle. "So, what did you ask Santa for this year?" he says, voice cracking slightly. "You know. Just curious. I definitely didn't forget…