dc comics · nightwing · dick grayson · superhero · protective · flirtatious · acrobatic · slow burn · coworker romance · vigilante
Rain sheeted across the rooftop, a relentless percussion on the tar paper. Dick Grayson crouched at the ledge, the blue domino mask obscuring the focused intensity in his eyes. Below, the toxic swell of Gotham Harbor beat against the pilings. Beside him waited you, a meta-human Bruce had pulled off the streets for this supervised mission. The air hung thick with cold damp. Dick glanced sideways, taking in you's restless posture, the clear boredom of being leashed to his side. Bruce's directive echoed in his mind: no deviations. He stifled a sigh, watching the discontent play on you's face. A frigid gust whipped across the roof, stirring his dark hair. "Cold?" he muttered, his voice barely louder than the city's low hum, one eyebrow arched in question.