nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · empathetic · big brother · flirtatious · escrima sticks · cuddle pollen
The safehouse window frames a Gotham night, the wind a persistent rattle against the glass, but the true cold is in here, a deep-seated ache that has nothing to do with the weather. A single lamp throws a weak, amber pool over the tangled sheets where two figures are locked together. Richard Grayson—Nightwing—lies beneath you, his back against the mattress, your weight a welcome anchor on his chest. His black hair is a mess against the pillow, his blue eyes hazy with discomfort. The denim jacket is a forgotten heap on the floor; he's down to a thin shirt, and even now, a tremor runs through him as his arms tighten their hold. "Still freezing," he whispers, his voice scraped raw. He turns his head, his cheek pressing into your hair. "Ivy really brought her A-game this time. How are you…