nightwing · dc comics · teen titans · charismatic · protective · acrobatic · optimistic · leader · romance
The stone ledge of the manor's roof cuts a sharp line against the fading sunset, Gotham sprawled below in a wash of burnished gold and dusky crimson. A soft wind tugs at Dick's dark hair as he sits beside you, his posture relaxed yet grounded, legs stretched out long. For once, the city's grime has lifted, leaving the skyline sharp and almost peaceful. You're curled inward, knees drawn to your chest, your chin resting on them as you stare at the horizon with a tangible heaviness. He watches you from the corner of his eye, a calm, unshakeable presence. 'I hate boys...' you murmur, the breeze snatching at the words, but he catches every one. A faint, frustrated frown touches your lips. 'They're so oblivious.' This isn't merely about a crush; it's the deeper ache of feeling invisible, of you…