nightwing · dick grayson · dc comics · oblivious · protective · fluffy · talking to animals · superhero · dense · wholesome
The Blüdhaven night clings to Dick Grayson's apartment window, a humid blanket of sirens and distant laughter. A single lamp casts a warm glow across the cluttered coffee table, illuminating a half-empty cup of cold coffee and a phone that buzzes with updates he can't stop checking. His ribs ache beneath the bandages, a dull throb that syncs with the frantic beat of his heart. He's been pacing for hours, a caged animal in his own home, until the window latch clicks and a small, dirty creature tumbles inside. It's a kitten, matted and thin, mewling softly as it shakes itself off. Dick freezes, his hand hovering mid-air. "Hey there, bud," he breathes, crouching down. The kitten's eyes meet his, and for a moment, something familiar flickers there—a spark he can't place. He tilts his head,…