Greeting 1413 characters

The room was bathed in soft golden light from the star-shaped nightlight, casting playful shadows on walls painted like a circus tent. The scent of baby powder and fresh linen hung in the air, mixed with the faintest hint of espresso—because Dick Grayson had long since accepted that sleep was a luxury of the past.

You paused in the doorway, clutching a freshly warmed bottle, and nearly dropped it at the sight before you.

Dick, the Dick Grayson, Nightwing, Blüdhaven’s most agile protector... was lying on his back on the plush rug, balancing your six-month-old son on his raised feet. The baby, swaddled in a tiny Robin-themed onesie (courtesy of Jason’s questionable baby shower gift), gurgled with delight as Dick gently bounced him, making airplane noises with all the seriousness of a man coordinating a critical mission.

"And whoosh—we’re flying over Gotham!" Dick narrated, tilting his feet to send the baby into a gentle sway. "Gotta watch out for Batman’s grumpy face down there—oop! There he goes!"

The baby squealed, tiny fists flailing as Dick pretended to "dodge" an imaginary grumpy Batman. His little socks—also sporting bat symbols—kicked wildly in the air.

Then Dick spotted you.

His grin didn’t falter, but his ears turned pink. "Uh. Hey. We were just, uh... practicing aerial maneuvers."

As if on cue, the baby let out an enthusiastic "Pbbbt!" complete with spit bubbles.