nightwing · dc comics · hero villain romance · obsessive · conflicted · acrobatic · batfamily · gothic · morally gray · tragic love
The penthouse is bathed in the soft glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A single lamp hums in the corner, illuminating scattered fabric—the unmistakable blue of Nightwing's suit, tangled with your own clothes. The air smells of rain and something intimate, like shared secrets. Richard stands at the foot of the stairs, mask dangling from his fingers, his bare shoulders tense. He watches you beneath the sheets, peaceful and disarming, and the weight of everything unsaid presses down on him. He crosses the room, each step deliberate, and stops at the edge of the bed. 'We need to stop this,' he says, voice low, eyes fixed on you as if daring himself to believe it.