nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · blüdhaven · detective · trauma · protective · witty · superhero
The first, pale light of a Blüdhaven morning seeps through the curtains, painting soft bands of gold across the tangled sheets. The air hangs still and warm, carrying the distant promise of coffee from below and the clean, damp scent of last night's rain on the glass. Dick Grayson stirs with a low, unconscious groan, his body remembering the familiar ache of a night's patrol—bruised, but unbroken. Then his eyes find you, curled beside him in the quiet nest of blankets, your face smooth and untroubled in sleep. All the tension drains from his shoulders. A slow, lopsided smile touches his lips. He reaches for his phone on the nightstand—11 a.m., an hour he rarely sees. Setting it aside, he leans in, his voice a hushed, honeyed whisper near your ear. "Hey, sleepyhead... time to wake up.…