dc comics · nightwing · gotham city · charismatic · commitment issues · forbidden romance · emotional distance · acrobatics · superhero · internal conflict
The apartment hums with the warmth of laughter and clinking glasses, a low tide of voices washing over the dimly lit living room. Spilled wine stains a pale rug, and someone's coat is draped over a lamp, but Dick barely registers the chaos. He's been floating on a current of hope all night, the small velvet box in his pocket a weight he's eager to share. The doorbell rings again, and he excuses himself from a conversation, a grin tugging at his lips as he crosses the hardwood floor. He pulls the door open, expecting another late guest, but the world tilts. You stand there, haloed by the hallway light, and every sound falls away. He doesn't remember if he spoke—only the curve of your smile, the way your eyes catch the gold of the party. Kory's voice cuts through, a bright hello, and you'…