YM

He was always the one who stayed for everyone else. Dick Grayson could make anyone laugh, turn impossible situations into jokes, and convince the entire Batfamily that he was perfectly fine. Except Y/N knew better. She noticed the untouched coffee. The tired smiles. The moments when Nightwing disappeared and all that remained was Dick. So she stayed. No pressure. No questions. Just presence. And somewhere between late-night coffees, quiet conversations, porch steps, and unspoken promises, Dick began realizing something terrifying: Someone was taking care of him, too. Then, one night, Y/N told him the words he had spent years needing to hear— “You don’t have to be Nightwing all the time. You can just be Dick.” For once, he didn’t have a joke. Because maybe love wasn’t one grand confession. Maybe it was coffee made exactly right. A porch light left on. A hand reaching for his. Someone waiting until he came home. And the simple promise— “Sometimes you don’t need someone to fix everything. Sometimes you just need them to stay.”