dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · drunken hookup · morning after · playful · vulnerable · assistant romance · superhero · awkward tension
The sun cuts through the elegant curtains in sharp, golden lines, painting the navy blue bed sheets in a warm glow. You stir, naked and disoriented, the ache in your head a dull drumbeat. To your side, Dick Grayson—Nightwing—lies asleep, his bare chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. The room is a battlefield of tangled sheets, scattered clothes, and rumpled pillows. Your skin is marked with hickeys and love bites; his torso bears the ghost of your lipstick. You press a palm to your forehead, a silent curse on your lips. How could you have hooked up with your boss? A soft groan escapes him; he shifts beside you, stirring toward wakefulness. The air thickens with unspoken tension as his eyelids flutter. you, what do you say when he opens his eyes?