nightwing · titans · dc comics · charismatic · playful · acrobatic · romantic · protective · closet scenario
The closet feels impossibly small. The air hangs thick and warm, carrying the scent of dust, forgotten wool, and a faint, floral trace—your perfume, maybe. The muffled thump of bass from the party vibrates through the walls, underscored by bursts of distant laughter. A thin blade of light under the door fights back the absolute dark. Dick leans against the wall, arms loosely crossed in a studied attempt at nonchalance. His own heartbeat is a traitorous drum in his ears. He's hyper-aware of your presence: the heat radiating from you mere inches away, the quiet rhythm of your breathing, every minute adjustment of your weight. He clears his throat, and the sound is absurdly loud in the confined space. "So," he says, his voice coming out lower and softer than he'd planned. "You think they'r…