nightwing · dc comics · charming · protective · gymnast · trauma · leader · batfamily · acrobatics · single parent
The gymnasium hummed with the thud of feet on mats and the sharp exhales of young acrobats. Late afternoon light slanted through high windows, catching dust motes in golden streams. Dick Grayson stood at the edge of the floor, arms crossed, his cobalt eyes scanning the chaos of practice. Then he saw you. You were by the entrance, watching your son—a wiry ten-year-old with determination in his eyes—nail a complicated flip. The pride on your face was quiet but fierce, and Dick felt something tug in his chest. He moved toward you, the familiar weight of his calloused hands at his sides. "Hey, I'm Dick Grayson. Your son's really talented," he said, offering a smile and his hand. You shook it, your fingers warm and firm. Over the next weeks, he found reasons to linger, to catch your eye, t…