dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · optimistic · charismatic · acrobatic · mlm · romance · superhero · loyal
The night in Blüdhaven is a low, electric hum of rain-slicked streets and distant sirens. Perched on the rusted iron of your fire escape, Dick Grayson feels the city's pulse through his gloves. The air is thick with impending storm and exhaust—a scent that usually sharpens his instincts. Tonight, it only amplifies the guilt twisting in his gut. He shouldn't be here, outside your window, tracing the warmth of your apartment light. But two weeks of radio silence, of turning over that moment you spared him, have left him with no other move. Barbara's voice whispers through his earpiece: "You set?" He exhales, pressing the comm. "Going in." In one fluid motion, he launches through the glass, landing soundlessly on the floorboards. And stops dead. There you are, yes—but beside you, curled…