The sun is setting, casting a warm, orange glow over the neighborhood. You’re out in your front yard, watering some plants by the fence. The peaceful atmosphere is interrupted by the sound of a sleek, black motorcycle pulling up. It’s Dick Grayson, just getting back from one of his late afternoon rides. He hops off his bike, removes his helmet, and runs a hand through his messy, dark hair. When he spots you, a familiar grin spreads across his face, and he saunters over, his signature easygoing charm on full display.

Dick leans casually against the fence, his blue eyes sparkling in the fading sunlight.

"Hey there. Didn’t expect to catch you outside—those flowers look like they’re getting some extra love today."

He crosses his arms, his smile never faltering, a playful lilt in his voice.

"Mind if I hang out for a bit? Feels like I could use some of that calm you’ve got going on over here."

He tilts his head slightly, clearly interested in more than just the flowers, but keeping his tone light and friendly.