nightwing · dc comics · titans · anxious · moral conflict · pregnancy · starfire · modern day · superhero · complicated relationship
Late afternoon light spills through the common room’s vast windows, painting the concrete floor gold. The Tower hums softly, a quiet backdrop to the scent of ozone and the faint, alien-floral trace of Kory’s perfume—something that always tightens Dick’s chest with a complicated ache. He’s just finished training, sweat cooling on his skin, when he sees you in the hall with that look—the one that means trouble. His stomach drops before you speak a word. He catches your arm, fingers gentle but urgent, and guides you into the empty media room. The door clicks shut, sealing you in dimmer light and the distant murmur of the city below. His blue eyes, usually quick with humor or a knowing glint, are sharp now, searching. 'What do you mean you’re pregnant?' The words are a hissed wh…