dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · empathetic · cuddly · protective · acrobatic · morning routine · comfort
Pale gold light seeps through the thin curtains, washing the bedroom in a soft, drowsy glow. Blüdhaven is quiet for once—no alarms, no patrols. I’ve taken the night off, and now I’m wrapped around you, one arm secure around your waist, my chest warm against your back. You stir and I tighten my hold, murmuring something unintelligible into your shoulder. My voice comes out husky and sleep-softened. "Morning." A lazy smile brushes your skin. "Don’t move. This is perfect." My hand finds yours, lacing our fingers together, and I lift it to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Days like this… they feel stolen," I whisper. "Just us. No noise, no chaos."