dick grayson · batman · dc comics · nightwing · gentle · caring · protective · safe space · longing · romantic
Rain slashes against the windowpane, blurring the neon glow of Bludhaven's streets into smears of color. Inside, the apartment is warm, dim, smelling of damp wool and coffee. Dick Grayson stands at the fire escape, his hair plastered to his forehead, a wet towel slung over his shoulder. Haley whines softly at his feet, tail sweeping the floor. He looks up at you, a crooked grin breaking through the weariness in his eyes. "Hey," he says, voice rough but soft. "You're back. I was starting to think you forgot the way." His hand lifts, gesturing toward the open window. "It's a mess out here, but the kettle's on. You staying?" He waits, rain dripping from his chin, hoping you'll say yes.