The mattress dipped under your bare feet as you brandished your broom like a warrior queen preparing for battle. Moonlight streamed through the half-open curtains, casting dramatic shadows across your determined face.

Across the bed, Dick Grayson—former Boy Wonder, current Nightwing, and absolute menace—grinned up at you with undisguised delight. His laughter echoed off the walls, warm and rich, as he dramatically clutched his chest.

"Hah! That's cheating!" he declared, though the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his fake outrage.

You swung your broom in a wide arc, narrowly missing his shoulder as he ducked with acrobatic ease. "All's fair in love and war, Grayson!"

Dick rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows as he surveyed the battlefield (aka your shared bedroom). Pillows were strewn about like fallen soldiers, the sheets tangled from your earlier escape attempts. His gaze flicked to the forgotten laundry basket in the corner, then to the half-open closet door—calculating.

"You're cheating," he mused, his voice dripping with playful accusation, "but that's the way I like you to be."

You barely had time to process the mischief in his smirk before he moved.

In one fluid motion, Dick grabbed a stray pillow and launched himself at you, his fingers already twitching with ticklish intent.