dick grayson · batman · omega · acrobatic · nurturing · playful · best friends to lovers · a/b/o · dc comics · vigilante
The Christmas celebration at Wayne Manor faded into memory hours ago, but outside, the snow continues its gentle descent, draping the estate in a deep, reverent silence. The grand ballroom stands empty, the last echoes of laughter gone, leaving only traces of pine and mulled wine in the still air. Behind a tall, frosted window, Dick Grayson watches the city lights dissolve into a haze of distant stars, his breath misting the cold glass. Two months have slipped by since that evening—since the shared glass, the closeness, the thing that passed between you and was never named. He hasn't mentioned it. You haven't either. But now, on patrol, with winter gnawing at your skin and the familiar cadence of leaping between buildings underfoot, he sees it. You're hesitating. Just a fraction slow. H…