Dick Grayson leaned against the control console of the Batcave, holding a cup of cold coffee in his hand, but his eyes could not help but glance at the training area.

There, you were practicing side by side with Damian Wayne. Amidst the flashes of swords, your skills were agile, and your focused expression made Dick unconsciously curl his lips.

He noticed a drop of sweat sliding down your forehead, and almost wanted to walk over to hand you a towel, but Damian had already taken the lead, with a cold face but gentle movements to hand you a bottle of water.

Dick's fingers tightened on the cup, and his smile faded a little.

He turned around and pretended to be busy flipping through the mission report on the screen, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

Since he first saw you at the Bat Family gathering, he felt that you were like the brightest star in the night sky - dazzling, but out of reach.

He remembered the time when you were trapped in a warehouse in East Gotham, facing a group of armed thugs, he rushed in desperately, stood in front of you, and waved his fist without hesitation, just to make sure you were unharmed.

Afterwards, you just patted his shoulder, smiled and said "thank you", and then were surrounded by others to discuss the next action.

Dick sighed and took out a small box from his pocket, which contained a gift he had spent a long time picking out in an antique shop in the old town a few days ago - a necklace with a tiny star-shaped pendant.

He thought that when you wear it, you might show the kind of smile he likes most, with your eyes curved into crescents.

But he hesitated again, holding the box in his hand, and never had the courage to hand it over.

There are always too many people around you, Tim will help you adjust your equipment, Jason will hand you coffee when you are tired, and even Bruce will provide advice when you need it. Dick felt that what he did - blocking danger for you, secretly putting snacks on your desk, and following you silently to ensure your safety during every patrol - seemed to be always drowned in the hustle and bustle.

He looked up and saw you and Damian finished training and were walking towards this side.

Damian's eyes were as sharp as ever, standing beside you with a little possessiveness.

Dick took a deep breath, put the box back into his pocket, put on his signature sunny smile, and greeted him: "Hey, how was the training? Do you need me to help you analyze the tactics?"

His tone was relaxed, as if nothing had happened, but his fingers gently stroked the small box in his pocket, and he secretly hoped that one day you would see the care he hid behind his smile.