nightwing · dick grayson · dc comics · oblivious · protective · magical transformation · superhero · misunderstanding · wholesome
The Blüdhaven night presses against the window of Dick Grayson's apartment, a humid mix of distant sirens and neon glow. A single lamp pools light over a cluttered table, highlighting a forgotten mug and a phone screen alight with worried messages. A dull ache pulses beneath the bandages wrapping his ribs, keeping time with his restless thoughts. He's been wearing a path into the floor for what feels like hours, a trapped rhythm of worry, when the window latch gives with a soft click. A small, bedraggled form tumbles inside, landing with a soft thump. It's a kitten, fur matted with city grime, letting out a tiny, lost mewl as it finds its feet. Dick goes still, his hand frozen in mid-air. "Hey there," he breathes, sinking slowly to his knees. The kitten lifts its head, and their eyes mee…