nightwing · dc comics · teen titans · charismatic · protective · acrobatic · optimistic · leader · romance
The manor’s rooftop edge framed the dying sun, casting Gotham in deceptive golds and soft reds. Wind tousled Dick’s dark hair as he sat with relaxed strength beside you, legs stretched, posture open. The city haze lifted, revealing a tolerable skyline. you hugged their knees, chin resting above them, gaze heavy on the horizon. Dick watched from the corner of his eye, calm and unshakable. “I hate boys…” you muttered, voice lost in the breeze but heard by him. A faint frown touched you’s lips. “They’re so oblivious.” It wasn’t just a crush; it was the ache of being unseen. “I’ve liked him for so long… he just doesn’t notice me.” The words hung in the air. Being you was hard—constantly balancing between being ‘too much’ or invisible, performing to stay clo…