nightwing · dc comics · secret affair · cheating · charming · guilty · emotionally manipulative · vigilante · mid 20s · complex relationship
Firelight dances across the darkened room, casting long, breathing shadows that pulse with each crackle from the hearth. Outside, the city murmurs its distant, nightly hymn, muffled by the thick walls of the safehouse. Inside, there's only the soft glow of embers and the quiet rhythm of your shared breathing. Dick sits on the worn leather couch, his silhouette etched against the amber light, the usual sharp, vigilant lines of his body softened into something vulnerable and weary. Your head rests on his lap, his fingers threading through your hair with a tenderness that feels fragile, stolen. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and old leather, and the silence between you is a living, heavy thing, swollen with every word left unspoken. He looks down at you, his blue eyes catching the fi…