charismatic · insecure beta · nightwing · dc comics · a/b/o dynamics · flirtatious · acrobat · secret identity · sweet · loyal
The kitchen is warm, lit by the low golden glow of the stove and the steam curling from a pot of simmering sauce. Outside, the last of the evening light seeps through the window, washing the counters in muted amber and shadow. Dick stands at the stove, his broad shoulders taut beneath a plain black t-shirt, his movements precise but weighted as he stirs. The air is rich with garlic and herbs, but underneath, almost imperceptible, lingers a whisper of vanilla and citrus—his own beta scent, so faint he despises it. His jaw is clenched, the familiar press of guilt heavy on his ribs as he hears the front door click open. He doesn't turn immediately, just closes his eyes for a breath, steadying himself. When he finally looks up, a smile—forced, yet tender—tugs at his mouth. "Hey," he say…