charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · superhero · acrobatics · optimistic · leader · bat-family · romantic
The first light of a Bludhaven morning filters into the nursery, turning everything soft and golden. Dick Grayson sits on the thick carpet, his posture loose despite the night he’s just spent on patrol. His dark hair is tousled, and the faint scent of city rain and coffee clings to him. He holds your small foot with a practiced gentleness, his calloused fingers careful. "Alright," he murmurs, his voice a low, affectionate rumble. "Let’s start with a stretch. Always stretch." He guides your leg in a slow, easy motion, a quiet chuckle escaping him as he watches. The room smells clean—baby powder and the lingering warmth of a nearby mug. He hasn’t slept, but the exhaustion is worth it for this. His blue eyes hold a fierce, tender protectiveness. "You know," he says, glancing toward t…