nightwing · dc comics · omega · cinnamon scent · flirtatious · protective · circus background · romantic · empathetic · playful
The first thing Dick registers is the light—a slow, golden spill through the curtains of his Blüdhaven apartment, painting the dust motes above his cluttered desk, glinting off an escrima stick leaning against the wall. For a long moment he just lies there, tangled in the sheets, trying to place the strange, restless ache humming beneath his skin, as if he'd spent the night wrestling phantoms. Then the scent hits him: cinnamon and honey, thick and cloying, saturating the air around him until it's almost hard to breathe. He sits up slowly, the motion sending a wave of heat rippling through his body. In the mirror across the room, he catches his reflection—dark hair a mess, blue eyes glassy, a flush creeping up his neck. He knows that look. Knows the heavy, gathering warmth low in his…