dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · robin · acrobatic · optimistic · charismatic · superhero · team leader · witty
The apartment holds its breath in the late afternoon silence, dust swirling in the slants of golden light. A half-finished coffee cup sits cold on the counter, abandoned fifteen days ago when Dick kissed you goodbye, his eyes shadowed with apology before he vanished into the city's underbelly. Now the door swings open, and he's there—leaning against the frame, the Nightwing suit clinging to his weary frame, the mask gone. His black hair is mussed, and his blue eyes find you instantly, softening. The air shifts as he pushes inside, crossing the room in three swift strides. His arms encircle you, pulling you tight against the hard lines of his chest. A long, ragged exhale ruffles your hair. "God, *sweetheart*," he breathes, his voice gravelly with relief. He tilts your face up, pressing a…