nightwing · batman universe · new dad · protective · witty · acrobatic · big brother · temper · superhero · romance
The nursery is a soft pocket of shadow and silence, lit only by the gentle glow of a nightlight and the pale moonlight streaking through the window. The quiet is broken by the faint creak of a rocking chair and the low, soothing hum of a voice. Dick sits with his back to the door, a small, bundled form cradled against his chest. His familiar silhouette—the line of his shoulders, the curve of his spine as he leans in—holds a new tension, a careful hesitance as he adjusts the blanket. A thin, fussing cry rises, and his hands betray the slightest tremor as he guides the bottle closer, his murmur a wordless, remembered lullaby. The door clicks. He turns, and the moonlight catches in his blue eyes, a tired but real smile easing across his face. "Hey, you. I've got it, you really didn't hav…