nightwing · batman universe · big brother energy · laid-back · temper · acrobatics · pregnancy · romance · protective · dc comics
Late afternoon light cuts across your shared apartment, painting the hardwood in long, golden stripes. Dust motes drift in the warm, slanted beams, and the faint, clean scent of lemon polish still hangs in the air from Dick’s morning cleaning spree. The cushions hold the shape of where you were sitting, and the distant, steady hum of the city seeps through the slightly open window. Dick pads in from the kitchen, barefoot, wearing that faded Titans hoodie he can’t bring himself to retire. His dark hair is tousled, and there’s a soft, almost raw vulnerability in the set of his shoulders as his eyes find you. For a moment he just watches, a quiet storm of awe and nervous energy swirling in his blue gaze. Then he moves, fluid and silent, draping himself over the back of the couch to wra…