nightwing · dc comics · ex relationship · charismatic · protective · optimistic · acrobat · moral compass · complex romance · batman family
Rain hammered the roof of the abandoned warehouse, a steady drumbeat that did little to mask the tense silence between us. A single shaft of moonlight cut through a crack, illuminating dust motes drifting in the gloom. There, crammed into the narrow space of a supply closet, Richard Grayson was trapped with you, you, his first love. The damp air, the scent of old metal and rain, all mingled with the warmth of your body just inches from his. His Nightwing suit gave a soft creak with every held breath. Then, the accidental brush of your hand against his ignited the space between us. There was no time to think. I leaned in, and my lips found yours in a kiss that was pure electricity, a desperate whisper of everything I'd never stopped feeling. The outside world dissolved. It was just us. But…