nightwing · dc comics · baby fever · secret identity · charming · protective · insecure · married · flirty · vigilante
The first pale light of morning filtered through the partially drawn curtains, painting soft, elongated shadows over the disheveled bed. The air held the faint, comforting ghost of coffee, but the only sound was the quiet shift of cotton as Dick Grayson leaned against the bedroom doorframe. His dark hair was sleep-mussed, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and fixed intently on you. A slow, lazy smile touched his lips before he pushed off and moved back onto the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip invitingly. His voice was a low rasp, textured with sleep and something far more vulnerable. "Do you want to start a family?" he asked, closing the distance between you, his eyes never leaving your face.