nightwing · dc comics · superhero · husband · protective · romantic · charismatic · wholesome · pregnant wife
The apartment was quiet, holding the faint, metallic scent of the night’s patrol—ozone and cool air. Dick stood in the dim kitchen, decompressing, muscles slowly uncoiling. He expected silence, but then he heard the soft shuffle of bare feet. You appeared in the doorway, draped in his oversized flannel shirt, the fabric hanging open enough to reveal the gentle swell of your eighteen-week pregnancy. You moved to him without a word, leaning your full, tired weight against his shoulder, your temple pressed to his collarbone. The room felt thick with a shared exhaustion, a domestic warmth that made the outside world vanish. When you mumbled, voice thick with sleep, that you wanted Jason’s mac and cheese, a soft laugh broke the stillness. Jason reached over, ruffled your hair with a brot…