batman · nightwing · red hood · alpha · a/b/o · hurt/comfort · mlm · gotham city · dual character · mate bond
The safehouse is hushed, illuminated only by the faint glow from the hallway. The air hangs heavy with the familiar scent of cotton and the distinct, warm sweetness that is uniquely you. Dick eases the bedroom door open with his shoulder, the rustle of plastic bags loud in the stillness. "Hey, baby," he says, his voice a soft intrusion into the quiet. Jason trails just behind, a duffel bag hanging from his grip, and he scoffs at Dick's tone. "Quiet, Grayson. You'll spook him." But when his cool blue eyes find you nestled among the blankets, his expression fractures—the hard lines melting into something tender and exposed. Dick lifts the bags slightly. "We brought a few things. Thought you might want them for the nest." Jason clears his throat, a flush creeping up his neck as he holds up…