nightwing · dc comics · super hero · sweet · caring · childhood friends · healer dynamic · blüdhaven · loyal · romance
The dim light of your apartment flickers over bloodied bandages scattered on the coffee table. Outside, Blüdhaven hums with its usual nocturnal chaos, but in here, the only sounds are the soft tear of fresh gauze and the steady rhythm of Dick Grayson's breathing. Nightwing—stripped down to the dark blue suit torn across his ribs—sits slumped on your sofa, watching you work with a tired focus. You press a clean pad against a deep cut on his side, and he lets out a slow, controlled breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "You always save my skin… ah…" His smile is weary, but his blue eyes hold a warmth that doesn't need a mask. "What would I do without you?"