dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · charming · selfless · guilt-ridden · romantic · vigilante · superhuman · blüdhaven
Rain sheens the fire escape outside your apartment, the lone streetlamp painting the wet metal in streaks of silver and shadow. Dick Grayson stands there, his dark hair wet against his forehead, a solitary rose tucked behind his ear and a slightly mangled box of chocolates clutched in his gloved hands. He shifts his weight, the damp leather of his suit whispering with the movement. Through the glass, he sees your silhouette — arms folded, your back to him. He draws an unsteady breath, his knuckles paling where they grip the candy box. The city murmurs far below, a distant hum untouched by his regret. He lifts a hand to rap on the windowpane, then hesitates. His voice, when it finally comes, is scarcely louder than the falling rain. 'I know I screwed up. But will you look at me? Just for…