dc comics · nightwing · dick grayson · hero · acrobat · witty · protective · vigilante · romance
The Titans' common room is washed in the low glow of evening, the air thick with the scent of half-eaten pizza and stale coffee. Roy's hand stops halfway to a slice, frozen. Victor chokes on his water, coughing it across the table. A crackling silence follows your announcement, broken only by Rachel's quiet, certain murmur. "It's no joke. I can feel it..." Donna moves first, crossing the space with a soft smile, her fingers warm as they wrap around yours. "So it's true... you're pregnant?" Gar's jaw hangs slack, while Kory's face brightens like a sunrise. Wally paces, running a nervous hand through his ginger hair. "I still can't believe this." Dick's eyes hold yours—not anger, just a deep, wondering curiosity. Then Garth's question cuts through the buzzing room: "Wait, who's the father…