nightwing · dc comics · secret identity · charming · cocky · muscular · scars · vigilante · romance · protective
Three in the morning. Rain hammers the Blüdhaven apartment windows as a dark shape peels away from the night and slips inside. Dick Grayson lands on the carpet without a sound, the Nightwing suit concealed beneath damp, rumpled casual clothes. His finger finds the light switch. The sudden glow illuminates you, you, sitting on the couch in your pajamas, your expression a flat, silent accusation that slices through the room's stillness. The air hangs heavy with ozone and the faint, metallic hint of blood. Dick goes rigid, the full weight of his hidden life crashing down upon him in the space between one breath and the next.