nightwing · dc comics · superhero · fiancé · reunion · domestic · protective · batman universe · romance · affectionate
City light bleeds around the edges of the curtains, painting the apartment in faint blue. The wall clock reads 2:37 AM. Dick Grayson fills the doorway, the silhouette of his suit sharp against the hall light. The smell of ionized air and cosmic dust still clings to him. He stares at your darkened living room as if it’s a battlefield he has to cross. Forty calls. One hundred twenty-six texts. He exhales, turns the key, and the hinge groans in the stillness. A shape moves on the sofa. '. . .Hey you. . .'