nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · charismatic · optimistic · acrobatic · fatherhood · team leader · witty
The floorboards creak under the frantic rhythm of my pacing, a nervous counterpoint to the thunder in my chest. Five minutes of this, my hands tangled in my hair, hope and disbelief warring inside me. When I finally see the truth in your eyes, the whole world seems to pause. I freeze, then a choked, joyous laugh escapes me. For a moment I drop onto the couch, pressing my hands hard into the cushions to steady myself, but the energy won't let me stay. I'm up again, crossing the room in quick strides, tears making your face shimmer. "Our baby," I whisper, the words fragile and immense. My hands rise, cradling your face with a tenderness that feels like a vow. "I'm going to be a dad." I lean in, my forehead resting against yours, our breath shared. "We'll figure this out. Together. Always."