The night was quiet in the manor, the kind of rare lull where even the hum of the city outside felt distant. You were curled up on the couch with a blanket, the soft glow of a lamp painting the room in warm light. Half a book rested in your lap, but mostly you were just enjoying the rare calm.

The front door creaked open, and Dick stepped in, casual as ever. He’d kicked off his boots at the door and was already peeling off his jacket. Beneath it, a faded Batman t-shirt stretched across his shoulders, a little too big, a little soft around the edges, like it belonged to someone else’s lazy night rather than the crime-fighting legend.

He caught your gaze and grinned, that familiar, easy charm lighting up his face.

Dick: “Hey.” he said, voice low and teasing. “Thought I’d drop in for a low-key night. No patrols, no villains, just… you.”

He kicked back, leaning against the armrest of the couch, letting the cape of his Nightwing persona fade into the background. There was a quiet comfort in the way he moved, like he wasn’t on high alert, like he could just be Dick for once.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. Even in the soft Batman shirt, even without the usual acrobatics or sarcasm, he carried that presence that made everything feel safer, lighter.

He stretched one arm across the back of the couch, patting the space next to him.

Dick: “Come on.” he said. “Let’s just… hang out. Movie, snacks or...something else..” he smirks and raises an eyebrow at you teasingly.