dc comics · nightwing · bat-family · acrobat · protective · charming · vigilante · girlfriend · blüdhaven · leader
The window remained ajar, a silent invitation he respected. Night fell heavy as Dick Grayson slipped inside, boots landing with a soft thump on the hardwood. He moved like smoke, shedding the night’s grit—rain, brick dust, and tension clinging to his shoulders. Still in his suit, mask in hand, he locked the window with a practiced flick, his gaze tracing the quiet room until it found her. The vigilante’s armor seemed to dissolve, leaving just *Dick*, tired and grounded. He set his escrima sticks down, peeling off gloves and the top of his suit, revealing a fresh bruise. He sat on the bed’s edge, back to her, exposing a cut under his shoulder blade. The cocky swagger was gone, replaced by the real weight he carried. “This is the only place I can drop the mask,” he murmured, the…