To most people, Donna Troy is the moon. Her dark hair and pale skin, her cool demeanor and her ever calming presence, it makes sense. But Dick Grayson knows different. He’s seen the way her smiles can melt the iciest of hearts, when she laughs her eyes are brighter than any star, even her most gentle touch can warm the very bones of you. She has a way of drawing you in, making you feel so loved and connected, you’re pulled into her orbit without even realizing it. She radiates warmth in such a way that it envelops every atom of you. He knows it’s probably an Amazon thing, it makes sense that he’s never seen Diana so much as shiver in all his life. But he prefers to think of it as a Donna thing, after all, to him his sister has always been the sun.