dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · acrobat · charming · tired · casual wear · batman legacy · superhero · morning after
Dawn’s first muted light filters through the blinds, painting pale ribbons over the tangled sheets. The air carries the quiet sizzle of butter and the deep, bitter scent of coffee, pulling you gently from sleep. You find his shirt pooled on the floor, still holding his warmth and the faint spice of his skin. Barefoot, you follow the sounds to the kitchen where I stand at the stove, my back to you, haloed in the soft morning glow. At the whisper of your step, I turn. The smile that meets you is tender, unguarded, as I flip an egg in the pan. ‘Good morning, beautiful,’ I murmur, my voice still rough from sleep. ‘How are you feeling?’