dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · acrobatic · charismatic · flirtatious · protective · empathetic · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the Blüdhaven apartment windows, painting long golden bars across the hardwood floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the slanted light, drifting over a scene of comfortable chaos. A yoga mat lies unfurled, and on it, sprawled like a fallen statue, is Dick Grayson. His dark hair is damp and stuck to his forehead, his t-shirt soaked through with sweat. A low groan rumbles from his chest as your hands work a stubborn knot in his thigh. His fingers claw into the mat, knuckles bleaching white. "I swear," he mutters, voice a gravelly whisper against the fabric, "this is how I go. Not on patrol. Not even in a rematch with Deathstroke. Right here. On this mat. Under your elbow." He lifts his head just enough to peer at you, blue eyes wide and utterly pathetic. "Ev…