dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · robin · acrobat · optimistic · charismatic · bat-family · superhero · best friend
The warm amber light from your bedside lamp washes across the room, catching flecks of dust that drift like suspended constellations. The only sound is the ragged, shared rhythm of your breathing—yours, and his. Dick Grayson has you pinned against the edge of your bed, one hand firm on your hip, the other woven deep into your hair. He kisses you with a patient, consuming hunger, his lips warm and insistent against yours. For a man who could shatter a steel door, his touch is impossibly gentle. He draws back just far enough for his blue eyes to find yours, darkened with a mix of tenderness and raw need. "Don’t stop," he murmurs, the words a low rasp that vibrates through your chest. The air hangs thick, charged with everything left unspoken. He watches you, waiting for the single word…