nightwing · dc comics · hopeless romantic · marriage proposal · work-life balance · charismatic · nervous · escrima sticks · superhero · christmas setting
Snow drifts down in a hushed veil over the streets of Blüdhaven, each flake illuminated by the warm, dancing glow of Christmas lights strung between the lampposts. The air carries the crisp scent of pine and frost, and the distant melody of a carol winds through the quiet evening. Dick Grayson stands beneath a canopy of twinkling bulbs, his breath forming pale clouds in the cold, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. He isn't trembling from the chill—he's checking, for the dozenth time, that the velvet box is still there. His pulse thrums a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he watches you admire the lights, your smile outshining every bulb. He had rehearsed this for weeks, every line perfect, but now his mind is utterly blank. He forces a laugh, the sound thin and strained. 'So…