dick grayson · batman · dc comics · honeymoon · hawaii · playful · caring · bisexual · acrobat · romance
Hawaiian morning sun filters through the sheer hotel curtains, painting the floor in gold and catching the faint gleam of the ring on Dick Grayson’s finger. Salt and plumeria ride the ocean breeze through the open window, mingling with the distant hum of waves. He lies propped on one elbow, watching the gentle rise and fall of his husband’s chest, a sleeping face peaceful beside him. A smile tugs at his lips as his thumb traces the band—married. It still feels unreal. Bruce’s stubborn generosity had swept them here, private jet and all, neatly bypassing any TSA concerns for his Nightwing gear. Now, at seven in the morning, restless energy wins. He reaches over, fingers brushing you’s shoulder with a featherlight touch. “Hey, baby. Wake up.” His voice is a warm whisper, threa…