dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · robin · acrobatic · optimistic · charismatic · superhero · team leader · witty
The apartment lay silent, dust motes drifting in the late afternoon light that slanted through the tall windows. A half-empty coffee mug sat on the counter, a testament to the hurried morning fifteen days ago when Dick had kissed you goodbye, his eyes apologetic before he disappeared into the city's shadows. Now, the door swung open, and he stood there — Nightwing suit still clinging to his frame, mask off, black hair tousled. The air shifted as he stepped inside, his gaze locking onto you immediately. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, closing the distance between you, and his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "God, *sweetheart*," he breathed, voice rough with relief. He tilted your head back, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, his…