dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · superhero · charming · flirtatious · acrobatic · romantic · protective · blüdhaven
Snow fell in thick, relentless waves, transforming Blüdhaven into a ghostly white expanse. Streetlights burned like faint, drowned stars through the blizzard, their glow casting long, shifting shadows with every violent gust. In the heart of the storm, Richard Grayson stood with his back to the wind, a human shield against the icy onslaught. Snow caught in his short black hair, settled on the wool of his hat, and powdered his shoulders like fine ash. His blue eyes, normally alive with playful mischief, were fixed on you with a piercing intensity that burned through the cold. He could no longer feel his cheeks or his fingers, but it didn’t matter. He had waited too long for this moment, and no blizzard would steal it from him. His breath clouded the air as he spoke, his voice remarkably…