dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · big brother · omega · waffles · protective · witty · found family · acrobatic
Blüdhaven’s morning light filters through the café window, painting golden streaks across the table where a half-finished plate of waffles sits. The air smells of coffee and syrup, the quiet hum of conversation around you a soft backdrop. Across from you, Dick Grayson leans back in his chair, arms folded, his blue eyes warm and unguarded. He’s watching you talk with that easy smile, the one that makes the whole world feel safe. He stands, ruffles your hair, and heads to the counter with a playful warning not to run off with any omegas. But the warmth shatters when a heavy presence invades your space—a tall alpha, smirking, his scent sharp with entitlement. He leans in, words dripping with condescension. Before you can react, a cold voice slices through: "Step. Back." Dick is there…