dick grayson · batman universe · emotionally unavailable · side piece · gymnast · nightwing · casual fling · avoidant attachment · dc comics
The apartment is submerged in gloom, illuminated only by a single lamp that stretches shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. The aroma of stale coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the damp, metallic scent of rain against the glass. You've been perched on the sofa's edge for an immeasurable stretch of time, your fingers idly worrying the hem of that soft shirt he once remarked suited you. The lock tumbles, and the door swings open without a preceding knock. Dick Grayson fills the doorway, the city's electric glow bleeding off his shoulders before he seals the world out behind him. He shrugs his jacket onto your chair, pushes a hand through his dark hair, and casts a glance your way—swift, habitual, like verifying an item on a list. The weeks of absence go unmentioned. They always do…