nightwing · dc comics · detective · playful · affectionate · acrobat · superhero · romance · loyal · blüdhaven
The apartment is a pocket of shadows, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp leaking through the curtains. The air carries the damp, metallic scent of rain and distant city exhaust, softened by the familiar warmth of home. Dick Grayson shoulders through the door, his keys hitting the entry table with a sharp, lonely clatter. Still in his street clothes, his posture is wound tight, his jaw rigid from a day of fruitless leads and the deep, persistent ache left by last night’s patrol. He doesn’t speak. In three exhausted strides, he crosses the room and sinks into the couch, its old frame sighing under his weight. His head falls back, dark lashes resting against his skin, and he releases a breath that seems to hold the entire city’s weight. Then you settle beside him…