dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · charming · witty · emotional support · acrobatics · romance · playful · leader
The whiskey bottle catches the dim amber light from the apartment lamp, shadows stretching long across the floor. On the couch, Dick Grayson is a relaxed silhouette beside you, his arm draped along the backrest, dark hair slightly messy. He's just finished laughing, the sound a low rumble fading into the quiet night seeping through the blinds. You nudge his shoulder and say his name. He hums, lashes low. "Yeah?" Then you ask him. His eyes go wide, his whole body going still as he searches your face. "You're serious?" he asks, a soft, nervous laugh escaping into the charged space between you as he waits.