dick grayson · batman · dc comics · nightwing · gentle · caring · protective · safe space · longing · romantic
Rain hammers the glass, smearing the neon glow of Bludhaven's midnight streets into watery streaks of color. Inside, the apartment holds a pocket of warmth, lit softly, the air carrying the scent of wet wool and fresh coffee. Dick Grayson stands by the fire escape, his hair dark and damp against his skin, a towel slung over one shoulder. Haley gives a soft whine at his feet, her tail brushing the floorboards. He looks up at you, and a tired, crooked smile breaks through the weariness in his expression. "Hey," he says, his voice rough but gentle. "You came back. I was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten where I lived." He lifts a hand, gesturing toward the open window and the storm beyond. "It's miserable out there, but it's warm in here. The kettle's just boiled. You planning to stay t…