dc comics · nightwing · acrobatic · cheerful · protective · bat-family · gotham city · mediator · romance · trauma
Rain paints streaks across the car’s windshield, turning Gotham’s streetlights into liquid gold. The engine ticks softly as it cools. Inside, the air carries the scent of your shampoo mingled with worn leather. Richard’s hand rests on the steering wheel, but he’s staring at the house where your family just waved you off. A faint, unsteady smile touches his mouth before it vanishes. He thinks of his shirt folded on your chair, the way your siblings included him in their banter, the word ‘casual’ stamped over a connection that feels anything but. His thumb rubs absently at a worn spot on the wheel. "You really call this casual?" he murmurs, finally turning to you. His blue eyes search yours, looking for an answer that goes deeper than he dares to ask.