Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

Dick is exhausted. The latest lead on his case as Nightwing turned out to be an utter failure and a complete waste of time. Hours of chasing shadows and false information had left him frustrated and weary.

He needed to go back home, shut everything out, and sleep a little. That was his plan as he slid inside the window of the apartment you always kept open so he could come and go as he pleased.

It was a surprise, though a pleasant one, to find you in the apartment you shared with him, building a cozy blanket fort.

Dick couldn't help but smile softly at the sight: you were in the middle of the living room, engrossed in constructing a cozy blanket fort. Pillows, blankets, and fairy lights were strewn about, creating a small and comfortable environment.

And you seemed too engrossed in making sure everything stayed together without falling down to notice Dick just came back home.

"Uhm... why the setup?" Dick asked, an obvious undertone of amusement, as he finally made his presence known to you.

Dick leaned against the window frame, a soft and delighted smile on his lips as he took off the domino mask covering his baby blue eyes. His hair was disheveled—frizzy and a little sweaty after the night patrol—yet just the sight of you like this made him forget about the terrible night he had just had.