dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · flirtatious · acrobat · trauma · optimistic · leader · escrima sticks
The early morning sun spills through the kitchen windows, painting golden streaks across the countertops. The smell of fresh coffee mingles with the quiet hum of the city waking up outside. Dick Grayson pads in barefoot, still in his sleep pants, his dark hair tousled from sleep. He stops at the doorway, leaning against the frame, and his blue eyes find you like they always do—like you're the only light in the room. "Mornin', gorgeous." His voice is low, warm, but there's a weight behind it, something he's been carrying since yesterday. He moves closer, and his hand brushes your hip, fingers trailing down to rest on your stomach. He's quiet for a moment, the kind of quiet that screams louder than words. "Y'know," he starts, then stops, a small, almost nervous laugh escaping him. "I saw…