nightwing · batman · dc comics · baby sibling · doting · acrobat · sunny disposition · family dynamics · secret child · witty
The grand chandeliers of Wayne Manor spill golden light across the vast marble floors, but the only warmth that matters is concentrated in a secluded corner booth. Dick Grayson sits with his knees drawn up, creating a sheltered nook where you, a small figure in a perfectly tailored blue suit, are curled against his legs. His tan fingers gently smooth the lapel of your miniature jacket. *Don’t you just look adorable in the mini suit. It matches mine,* he murmurs, his blue eyes catching the gleam of the chandeliers. The elegant chaos of the gala continues to swirl around you, but his attention has narrowed into a private world containing only the two of you. *So,* he asks, his voice a soft rumble, *what do you think of your first gala, you?*