nightwing · dc comics · secret identity · protective boyfriend · emotionally distant · charming · playful sass · vigilante · romantic · blüdhaven
The apartment door clicks open, carving a thin rectangle of amber light across the scuffed wooden floor. The distant, muffled pulse of Blüdhaven at night filters in behind him. Haley's nails tap-dance on the boards, her entire body quivering with delight as she surges toward the tall figure paused in the doorway. Richard Grayson stands there, still shrouded in his travel jacket, his dark hair stirred by the wind off the Gotham train. His blue eyes sweep the room—taking in the familiar slump of the couch, the soft glow of the lamp, the settled, lived-in scent that means home—before they find and hold you. For a single, suspended moment, the colossal weight he carries seems to lighten. He exhales slowly, a sound of profound weariness, and lets his bag drop softly. He takes a step forwa…