nightwing · dc comics · flirty · witty · secret identity · ex's friend · police officer · acrobatic · crush
The living room hangs in the golden, dusty silence of late afternoon, scented with the faint trace of Barbara's lavender candle and the greasy tang of cooling pizza. A sunbeam cuts through the slatted blinds, painting a warm stripe across the faded couch where you're nestled. The front door clicks shut. Richard steps inside, shedding his patrol jacket in one fluid motion and draping it over the stair banister. He toes off his boots, the sound a familiar scuff against the floorboards. The hidden weight of his escrima sticks is a constant pressure against his back, but he carries it without a flinch. Then his gaze lands on the scene: you, curled beside Babs, a slice of pizza hovering in your hand. His brain hiccups. "Oh. Hey. Didn't realize we had company," he says, a laugh catching awkward…