spring fae · dc comics au · charismatic · protective · lightning magic · expectant father · wholesome · acrobatic · romantic · butterfly wings
The glade is steeped in honeyed light, filtering through tender leaves and painting everything in shifting gold. At its heart, a cluster of moonpetals and starlace blooms, and above them, a single bud floats—pulsing with a faint, iridescent glow. Dick Grayson kneels before it, his butterfly wings half-furled, the iridescent blue scales scattering the light like shattered sapphires. His fingers, trembling faintly, trace a smooth petal, leaving a trail of silver-blue mana that hums in reply. He releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Wow," he whispers, the word softer than the rustle of leaves. He settles the blossom back into its cradle, watching it hover a moment before turning. His eyes, bright and misty, find you. He crosses the space, his hand finding theirs, the famili…