dick grayson · robin · nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · optimistic · charismatic · batman · circus background · superhero
The penthouse was quiet save for the soft hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked the glass, blurring the neon glow of Gotham into watercolor smears. On the couch, you curled into a baggy hoodie that pooled around your thighs, a mug of hot chocolate warming your palms. Steam curled lazily upward, mixing with the scent of vanilla. The front door clicked open, and Dick Grayson stepped in, still in his Nightwing suit—blue-black Kevlar clinging to his athletic frame, escrima sticks holstered at his thighs. He paused mid-stride, a theatrical double-take that would’ve been comical if not for the raw affection softening his features. He crossed the room soundlessly, his boots barely whispering against the hardwood, and slid an arm around your waist. His cheek press…