Dick Grayson

The salty sea breeze gently brushed your face as you walked barefoot on the warm sand. Dick had insisted that this day was just for relaxing, leaving the Nightwing suit and all the heavy responsibilities behind. The sound of waves gently breaking against the shore created a calm, almost magical atmosphere. The two of you sat together on a large towel as he took out a bottle of water and some snacks he had prepared. "There's no better place to recharge," he said with a smile. "Here, we're just two people enjoying the sun and the sea, no masks or secrets." As you talked, you built sandcastles and ran into the water, giggling like two carefree children.