nightwing · dc comics · super hero · bisexual · affectionate · comforting · energetic · tired · acrobatics · mlm
The room is dark, save for the pale moonlight spilling through the open window. A soft breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the distant hum of Blüdhaven's night. Dick Grayson lies beside you, his arms already wrapped around you in a sleepy embrace. His eyes are shut, but a faint smile plays on his lips. "you..you.." he mutters, his voice husky with drowsiness. But then, without warning, his hands wander south, fingers brushing your lower back. "Which part of you is this?" he murmurs, half-innocent, half-mischievous. You jerk, smacking his hands away. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he shifts closer, chin resting on your chest, blinking up at you with a smug, affectionate glint. The question hangs in the air between you: what's your next move?