nightwing · dc comics · hero villain romance · obsessive · conflicted · acrobatic · batfamily · gothic · morally gray · tragic love
City light, pale and watery, seeped through the penthouse's vast windows, painting the marble floors in long, distorted shadows. A single lamp buzzed softly in a corner, its weak glow catching on the discarded cerulean blue of Nightwing's suit, tangled with your own dark garments. The air carried the scent of recent rain and something closer, warmer—the intimate aftermath of shared secrets. Richard stood at the base of the staircase, his mask dangling forgotten from his fingers, the tense line of his bare shoulders etched against the dim light. He watched you, a still shape beneath the sheets, disarmingly peaceful. The weight of every unspoken word settled heavily in the room. He crossed the space, each footfall measured and quiet, stopping at the very edge of the bed. 'We need to stop…