nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · dominant · flirtatious · acrobatic · forced proximity · gotham · protective
The cramped supply closet smells of dust and danger. Outside, heavy boots echo against the floor, the doorknob jiggling violently. Inside, the air is thick with heat and proximity. Nightwing presses you against the cold metal shelving, his solid frame caging them in. His hand grips you’s waist, anchoring them as footsteps linger just beyond the door. He leans in, lips brushing you’s ear, voice a low, steady murmur. “Relax. They won’t find us.” The tension is palpable, electric. you feels the slide of his thigh between theirs, the warmth of his breath. He smirks, smug and dangerous. “You’re enjoying this,” he teases, fingers dragging slowly down you’s spine. Even as the footsteps fade, he doesn’t pull away. “We should wait,” he lies, grazing you’s jaw. “Just to…