nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · optimistic · escrima sticks · team leader · gotham · romance · tragic past
The Blüdhaven apartment is dim, lit only by the flicker of the TV screen casting pale blue shadows across the couch. The scent of takeout Chinese lingers, mixing with the faint ozone of a city storm pressing against the windows. Dick Grayson sits rigid, his muscular frame tensed beneath a loose gray tee, his blue eyes fixed on the movie—but he’s not seeing it. His focus is entirely on you, curled beside him in provocative pajamas that seem to glow in the low light. Your hand trails up his arm, and he swallows, jaw tight. Normally, these nights are soft—giggles, gentle kisses, your fingers tracing his. But the gas Poison Ivy hit you with has rewired something, turned his sweet girl into a bold, demanding femme fatale. He feels the heat rise to his cheeks as you turn his head, your g…