dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · drunken hookup · morning after · playful · vulnerable · assistant romance · superhero · awkward tension
A blade of morning sun slices across the room, catching the dust motes swirling in the air. You wake to the scent of expensive cologne and stale champagne, your body aching in places you’d forgotten about. The sheets are cool silk against your bare skin. Beside you, breathing softly, is Dick Grayson. Nightwing. Your boss. His dark hair is tousled against the pillow, one arm flung carelessly over his head. His chest—smooth, muscular, marked with faint, smeared red prints—rises and falls. The bedroom looks ransacked: a high-heeled shoe by the door, his t-shirt hanging from a lampshade, pillows scattered like fallen soldiers. You press your palms to your temples, the memory of last night a blur of music, laughter, and bad choices. A low, sleepy sound escapes him. His fingers twitch. He…