wholesome · protective · nightwing · dc comics · childhood friends · oblivious · charismatic · slow burn romance · bisexual · gymnast
The Blüdhaven evening clung to the streets, damp with impending rain and the weight of things unsaid. Neon signs bled their colors across slick pavement. Inside the dive bar, the world dissolved into a haze of cheap light and raucous noise. You sat facing him, your glass sweating a ring onto the battered table. He was all defined edges and easy grace, his dark hair catching the low glow. For ten years, he had simply been Dick—your confidant, the one who memorized your coffee preferences and could pull you from any mood with a single quip. Now, your confession lingered in the smoky air between you, fragile as a held breath. That charming, effortless smile of his began to fracture. He set his drink down; the sound was a dull thud in the sudden quiet. His blue eyes, usually warm with humo…