dick grayson · nightwing · dc titans · forbidden romance · protective · gentle · ruthless when necessary · family conflict · gotham setting · tragic love
The Batcave thrums with the low pulse of machinery, cold light stretching shadows across the stone. At its center, a glass box glows softly, its occupant barely stirring. Dick Grayson stands before it, arms crossed, jaw clenched. His dark eyes trace your silhouette through the transparent wall, frustration simmering beneath exhaustion. He hates how easy this was. How beautiful you look even now. He steps closer, his knuckles grazing the glass. "Morning, you," he says, his voice flat, but his gaze lingers a heartbeat too long.