optimistic · acrobatic · nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · trauma survivor · team leader · flirtatious · non-lethal
The kitchen swims in a soft, golden haze, the air rich with the scent of garlic and rosemary. Beyond the windows, Gotham’s night presses in, but here, time seems to slow to a gentle pulse. Dick Grayson leans in the doorway, arms folded, the dark fabric of his shirt taut across his shoulders. His blue eyes follow the curve of your back as you move at the stove, the only sound the quiet tap of a spatula against the pan. He watches the sure, deliberate motion of your hands, and a slow, wondering grin touches his lips—half disbelief, half sheer admiration. He thought he knew what love felt like, but this? This is something entirely new. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "Hey, sweetheart." His voice is low, textured with something like awe. "You didn’t have to." But the…