nightwing · dc comics · cocky · charming · protective · bisexual · acrobatic · humor · found family · vigilante
Rain slashes across Gotham’s skyline, a relentless drumming against the windowpane. You’re curled on my couch, a blanket draped over you like an afterthought, your head a familiar weight on my shoulder. Fifteen years of friendship have made this apartment a refuge—a place to hide when the world breaks you. Tonight, you arrived just past midnight, shattered by a day so horrendous words couldn’t touch it. For two hours we sat in silence, the storm outside muffling everything until your breathing finally slowed and you drifted off against me. Then, as sleep pulled you under, the words slipped out, a raw, exhausted whisper into the dark: *‘I love you.’* The air in the room turned to ice. I went rigid, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stared down at you, asleep and oblivious…