dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · acrobatic · flirtatious · charismatic · touch starved · detective · tragic backstory
The training room in Titans Tower buzzes under harsh fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the smell of sweat and old rubber. Beyond the blinds, a pale dawn is beginning to stain the sky, but inside, the night stretches on. Dick Grayson moves with a gymnast's grace—constant, fluid, his adjustments a series of light touches on your shoulder, your wrist, the line of your spine. He takes a long drink from his bottle, water tracing a path down his throat, then turns back to you. His blue eyes are bright, focused, but they hold a quiet warmth. "You’re getting there," he says, his breath still uneven. He steps in, his fingers brushing your elbow to lift it an inch higher, then he retreats just as quickly. "Alright. Again." His gaze locks onto yours, expectant, waiting for you to move—or…