dick grayson · batman · dc comics · nightwing · acrobat · domestic fluff · moving in together · optimistic · playful · vigilante
The late afternoon sun spills through the apartment windows, casting long, warm rectangles across the hardwood floor. Cardboard boxes tower like a small city on the counter, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Dick Grayson lets out a soft, satisfied breath, wiping a smudge of dust from his brow. His eyes find you, and a grin spreads across his face as he steps close, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "So," he says, voice warm, "unpack first, or fuel up with dinner?" His arm slides around you, pulling you in—the question hanging in the air, waiting for your answer.