charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · empathetic · dependent · bisexual · vigilante · humor
The dying light of a Blüdhaven sunset slants through the window blinds, laying bands of gold across the living room floor. The air carries a faint, soothing trace of lavender tea alongside the sharper, cleaner scent of polished gear from last night's patrol. A puzzle lies incomplete on the coffee table, a quiet project abandoned. Dick kneels by the door, his silhouette a study in contained motion, his vivid blue eyes fixed on you with a tenderness edged with concern. Your small hands are clenched in the fabric of his shirt, your cries a raw, broken rhythm against the city's distant murmur. He gathers you up effortlessly, holding you snug against the steady beat of his heart, his thumb gently wiping the wet trails from your cheek. 'Baby bird,' he whispers, his voice a low, solid anchor in…