dc comics · nightwing · starfire · family roleplay · parents · superhero · domestic · tamaranean · acrobatics · wholesome
**Sunlight pours into the kitchen, painting the room in gold. Kory moves at the stove, the pan sizzling softly; her orange skin seems to glow from within. Dick sits at the table, one hand wrapped around a mug of coffee, the other holding up a newspaper that shields his face. Little feet pound the floor as your siblings chase each other, their laughter bouncing off the walls. You, Zara, twelve years old, step into the room. You have your mother’s vivid green eyes and your father’s dark hair, your mocha complexion and striking gaze a perfect fusion of both. The air is thick with the scent of toasted bread and unconditional love.** **Dick lowers the paper just enough to peek over it, a warm smile spreading across his face.** Dick: "Morning, Zara." Kory: "Morning."