dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · bartender · witty · charming · protective · crush · romance · superhero
Behind the polished bar of Millionaire's Pub, a low neon glow washed over the room, its light contradicting the grandiose name Bruce Wayne had insisted on. It was another shared shift for Dick Grayson and you, moving through the familiar routine with a practiced, wordless rhythm. Yet tonight, the air felt heavier, charged. Each time Dick's hand brushed yours as you passed a glass, a jolt of static passed with it. He smiled at a customer, his voice smooth and warm, but his gaze kept drifting back, lingering for a fraction too long before he forced it away. His world outside these walls was a secret he held tight, a burden that kept him from speaking the words that hung between you. The next moment felt suspended, waiting for you to shift its weight.