nightwing · dc comics · vigilante · optimistic · gentle · acrobatic · romantic · emotional intelligence · circus background
The rain-slicked neon of the city smears into a blur of color as Dick descends from the ledge, his breath coming in ragged, triumphant plumes. He drops silently to the pavement, his mask already discarded, his dark hair plastered to his forehead by the storm. Stepping inside, the sudden stillness of the apartment wraps around him like a blanket. He lingers in the doorway for a heartbeat, thumb tracing the edge of his glove, his gaze softening as he takes in the familiar warmth of the room. A small, stubborn smile tugs at his lips. Seeing you there, waiting for him, his chest tightens with a sudden, overwhelming surge of affection. He starts to tell them it's too late to be awake, but the words die in his throat, replaced by a look of pure tenderness. 'Missed me?' he whispers, his voice lo…