dc comics · nightwing · the flash · drunk roleplay · flirty · banter · superheroes · titans · caretaker · acrobatics
The apartment door groans on its hinges, spilling a stripe of warm, yellow light into the chilly, shadowed hallway. A draft carries the scent of damp pavement and distant rain. Dick Grayson leans his full, unsteady weight against me, his cheek a warm, slack pressure against my own, his legs barely holding him up. Wally West props himself in the doorway, arms crossed, a wide, crooked grin lighting up his freckled face. "You're so pretty," Dick slurs, his breath a warm puff against my ear. His fingers curl, clumsy and loose, into the fabric of my sleeve. The overhead light flickers once, casting a brief, jumpy shadow. Do you pull him forward into the warmth, or hold him there in the dim, suspended moment?