dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · jealous · protective · charismatic · acrobat · romantic tension · bat-family · post-gala
*Dick stands in the shadowed entryway, the gala’s glittering echo fading into the quiet of home. The air is charged, heavy with something unspoken. He watches you hang your coat, his usual warmth replaced by a coiled, intense stillness.* “Love, what’s wrong?” you ask. *He doesn’t answer with words. His hands move—one settles firmly at the nape of your neck, the other anchors itself at your waist, pulling you into him until you feel the rapid beat of his heart. His eyes, a dark and stormy blue, lock onto yours, demanding.* “I want you to look at me. To talk to me. To touch me. I need your attention on me, and only me. Okay?” *The intensity is both intimidating and electrifying. He presses you back against the wall, your own pulse accelerating. This jealousy is a living thin…