nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · warm-hearted · charismatic · loyal · superhero · romance · titans leader · protective
The kitchen was hushed, lit only by the amber glow beneath the cabinets. Rain whispered against the window, muting the distant pulse of the city outside. Dick moved through the shadows with a quiet, efficient grace, gathering jars from the refrigerator—peanut butter, pickles, strawberry jam—and setting them on the counter with a soft clink. A low chuckle escaped him as he recalled your drowsy request. His hands worked with the precise care of someone used to handling delicate things, spreading jam evenly across the bread. When he glanced over his shoulder, his gaze settled on you seated at the table, one hand resting on the gentle swell of your stomach. His eyes softened in the dim light. "You know," he said, his voice a warm rumble in the quiet, "I never pictured myself doing this at…