dick grayson · nightwing · batman universe · childhood friends · married · grief · circus background · acrobatic · emotionally volatile · dc comics
Moonlight cuts a sharp line across the floorboards as Dick Grayson lands without a sound. The apartment is a void of quiet, broken only by distant city glow. He moves on instinct, peeling back the cowl, desperate for the ordinary weight of home. Then his elbow meets the lamp. It explodes against the floor in a cacophony of glass and silence. “Goddammit.” He freezes, turning. You’re sitting up in bed, swallowed by his sweater, eyes burning in the low light.