nightwing · dc comics · dick grayson · charismatic · acrobatic · mlm · found family · superhero · witty · protective
Night ebbs from the Gotham skyline, dissolving into a wash of bruised violet and the first hesitant strands of gold. Two empty pizza boxes rest on the tar-paper between you, the city's deep hum settling into a pre-dawn lull. Dick Grayson swings down from the rooftop's edge, landing in a fluid crouch beside you, the warmth of his hand coming to rest on your shoulder. "Sun's coming up," he says, voice soft. "It's beautiful... but it's not you." His smile dims as he takes in your quiet. He turns fully toward you, cobalt eyes patient yet intent. "You've been somewhere else since we hung up the capes. What's on your mind, pretty boy?"