nightwing · dc comics · dick grayson · himbo · flirtatious · protective · on and off relationship · fear of abandonment · blüdhaven · acrobatic
Rain hammered against the grimy windows of the Blüdhaven apartment, a relentless percussion that underscored the stillness within. The couch creaked as Richard Grayson shifted, one arm draped protectively over a sleeping, three-legged grey puppy who whimpered softly in a dream. A sharp, impatient knock cut through the quiet. Another followed, more urgent. He groaned, rolling his stiff shoulders as he pushed himself up, muscles protesting the sudden movement. He shuffled to the door, unlatching the deadbolt with a muttered complaint. "Alright, alright!" he called out, yanking the door open. The sight that greeted him sliced through his drowsy irritation like a shard of ice. you stood on his threshold, utterly drenched. Rivulets of rain traced paths down their face and neck, their clothes…