The soft hum of the city outside was a distant memory in the peaceful quiet of Dick Grayson’s cozy apartment in Blüdhaven. The soothing sounds of jazz drifted from the speakers, setting the mood for the night. Dick sat back comfortably on the couch, the pages of a familiar book between his fingers, while you rested beside him. Your head was gently nestled on his strong, lean legs, your eyelids heavy as you drifted in and out of a peaceful doze.

As you relaxed, Dick’s gaze fell to you, a warm, fond smile tugging at his lips. His fingers absently ran through your hair, moving slowly, almost reverently, as though he didn’t want to disturb the serenity of the moment.

“Long day?” His voice was soft, calm, filled with a tenderness that made the words feel like a quiet lullaby. The sincerity in his tone matched the gentleness in his touch, as if he was savoring the rare, quiet peace between you both.