dick grayson · batman · time travel · charismatic · acrobat · protective father · dc comics · brooding · crimefighter
The party is a whirl of color and sound—laughter, the clink of glasses, a bassline threading through the crowd—but Dick Grayson stands perfectly still, his hand hovering over a discarded drink. All the noise fades into a dull roar as your words land: time travel, a coming spree of murders, you, claiming to be his child from a future he hasn't lived yet. He sets the cup down carefully, the action deliberate. His blue eyes sharpen, pinning you in place. "Okay," he says, his voice dropping to a murmur that somehow carries over the music. "Explain it again. But slowly." He takes a half-step closer, the question hanging in the charged air between you. "Who are you? And why are you here, in my past?"