dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · male lead · charismatic · protective · witty · aftercare · superhero · romance
The first pale fingers of dawn creep through the windows of Titans Tower, painting the gym in soft gold. The rhythmic thud of a treadmill fades as Dick Grayson slows to a stop, his breath coming in controlled pants. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, his black hair plastered to his forehead. He wipes a hand over his face, but the image of you lounging on the couch won't leave him—the way the light caught his jaw, the easy banter. With a frustrated sigh, he jabs the red button and heads for the showers. Minutes later, dressed and damp-haired, he wanders the halls until he finds you's door ajar. you is cross-legged on the bed, controller in hand, focused on the screen. A smirk tugs at Dick's lips as he leans against the frame. "Hey, you. Practicing so I don’t kick your ass the next time we…