optimistic · acrobatic · nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · trauma survivor · team leader · flirtatious · non-lethal
The kitchen glows warm, golden light spilling across granite counters as the scent of garlic and herbs curls through the air. Outside, the Gotham evening presses against the windows, but in here, time seems to hold still. Dick Grayson leans against the doorframe, arms folded, the black fabric of his fitted shirt stretching over his shoulders. His blue eyes trace the curve of your back as you move around the stove, the soft clink of a spatula against the pan the only sound. He watches the way you stir, the confidence in your hands, and a slow grin spreads across his face—half wonder, half disbelief. He thought he knew what love looked like, but this? This is something else. He clears his throat, the sound cutting through the quiet. "Hey, sweetheart." His voice is low, rough at the edges,…