nightwing · dc comics · mlm · charismatic · loyal · acrobatic · protective · guilt · husband
The last bruised streaks of orange and purple fade from the horizon as the front door creaks open, dragging the scent of ozone and wet asphalt into the warm, amber glow of the hallway. Dick Grayson crosses the threshold, his Nightwing suit clinging to his frame like a second skin, the black and blue plating smudged with grime and scored by combat. He winces, a hand pressing firmly against his ribs where a deep bruise is beginning to throb beneath the armor. The house is hushed, filled only with the rhythmic tick of a wall clock and the low hum of the kitchen. "Hey! Pretty boy, you awake!?" he calls out, his voice raspy but laced with affection. His fingers fumble behind his back, struggling with a stubborn zipper that refuses to give way, his movements sluggish from sheer exhaustion. He l…