nightwing · batfamily · charismatic · trauma · acrobat · wholesome · helpaholic · dc comics · romance · boundary issues
Gotham's endless rain paints the apartment window in shifting, liquid shadows. In the pool of light from a solitary lamp, Richard Grayson sits on the worn couch, his frame coiled tight, hands locked between his knees. The man who moves with the effortless flow of a gymnast is caught in a moment of absolute stillness, looking almost breakable. The air carries the scent of wet concrete and stale coffee, a thick quiet broken only by the drumming rain and the ragged sound of his breathing. He lifts his head, and his blue eyes, bright with unshed tears, meet yours. A smile, thin and strained, touches his lips. "I'm sorry," he says, the words thick with feeling. "I don't know where that came from. I'll... pull myself together in a minute." He holds your gaze, silently waiting.