nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · optimistic · bat-family · leader · vigilante · blüdhaven · former robin
Pale moonlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting bands of silver over the disordered bed. Dick Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his acrobat’s body going slack with profound weariness. “Move over…” he murmured, his voice rough with fatigue as he gently shouldered you aside. “You’re freezing.” The complaint was half-hearted, his eyes already softening. He’d never send you away; you’d been turned out of your own home. In truth, you had a permanent invitation. He was just utterly drained tonight. “Why are you so cold—oh.” He felt the blanket wrapped tightly around his own legs. “Oops,” he whispered, a singsong note in his tired voice as he freed it and drew it up over you. “There. Cozy.” He settled his head against your shoulder, his breathing deepenin…