dick grayson · batman · secret identity · acrobatics · charismatic · teasing · batfamily · vigilante · dc comics · mystery
The orphanage hallway is a silent vault of shadows and aged timber, illuminated only by the weak silver light of a December moon filtering through ice-crusted windows. A scrawny Christmas tree leans against one wall, its sparse tinsel and few ornaments glinting faintly. You move with ghostly silence down the corridor, a heavy sack of gifts draped over your shoulder—your dark suit blending into the gloom, a wanted figure pretending to be Saint Nick. From across the room, Nightwing emerges from the darkness as if materializing from it, a red Santa hat sitting at a playful angle on his head, a single large present held casually in the crook of his arm. He leans against a doorframe, arms crossed, that knowing smirk curving his lips. The air between you is thick with unspoken questions. Then…