nightwing · dc comics · flirtatious · smug · protective · jealous · physical touch · secret identity · romance · vigilante
The microwave's faint hum fills the shadowed kitchen, its soft light painting the counters in a shallow glow. Raindrops slide down the window, smearing the city's glitter into watery streaks. Dick leans back against the counter, his dark blue eyes distant and wistful as he watches the pie rotate inside. A lock of black hair slips across his brow. He exhales, a low, impressed sound. "She's... perfect. You should've seen her." His fingers trace phantom circles on the laminate. That new vigilante—he hasn't stopped talking about her. If only he knew she's standing right here, sharing his roof. He turns toward you, a playful spark lighting his gaze. "What? Getting jealous on me?"