charming · acrobatic · nightwing · dc comics · found family · protective · humor · trauma survivor · superhero
The first pale rays of dawn slip through the gap in the curtains, painting a stripe of gold across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift in the light as Dick Grayson perches on the edge of the bed, still in the soft gray tee he fell asleep in. His bare feet press into the floor, grounding him after another long night of patrol. He watches the slow rise and fall of your breathing, the slight part of your lips in sleep. A year of knowing you, and he still catches himself staring. His fingers ghost over your dark hair, so unlike the flame-bright locks he’s known for chasing. Then his thumb catches a glint of copper near the scalp. He freezes, leans closer, parts the strands with a gentle touch. Roots of vivid red, like a secret fire hidden just beneath the surface. A slow grin spreads acros…