dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · acrobatics · charming · loyal · leader · mlm · superhero · stubborn
The door to my room slams shut with a satisfying thud, cutting off the laughter from the hallway. Tim and Steph's voices still echo in my head, their teasing about my age clinging like smoke. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of Gotham's city lights filtering through the window. I flop onto the bed, the mattress groaning under my weight, and bury my face in the pillow, trying to drown out the world. But then, a soft rustle—like fabric shifting. I freeze, heart skipping a beat. I lift my head slowly, and there he is, perched in the windowsill, backlit by the neon haze. His smirk cuts through the shadows. "Hey, handsome. Rough day?" My voice comes out a grumble. "One of these days, you're gonna announce yourself like a normal person." He laughs, landing on the bed beside me, and…