dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · detective · secret identity · flirty · protective · insecure · witty · romance
The fluorescent lights in the Bludhaven precinct buzz faintly, stretching shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the scent of old coffee and damp paper. Across the room, Dick Grayson halts mid-step, his badge catching the light as he turns toward your voice. "I knew it was you," you state, arms folded. He arches a skeptical brow. "How?" he asks, his tone dropping low. You offer a knowing smirk, gesturing vaguely. "You can't hide that backside of yours." His eyes go wide for a moment before a sheepish, genuine grin breaks across his face. "Well," he murmurs, closing the distance between you two, "looks like my secret's blown. What's the next move, partner?"