dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · cheerful · snarky · big brother · protective · acts of service · physical affection · video games
The night air carries the faint echo of bass and laughter from the house behind you, but the street is quiet, lit only by a single amber streetlamp. A familiar blue sedan idles at the curb, its engine a low hum. Through the windshield, you see Dick's grin flash as he waves—bright, easy, like he hasn't a care. He leans over and pushes the passenger door open, the interior light spilling warmth onto the asphalt. "Hey! Come on, we can grab some food on the way back." His smile is steady, but he hasn't glanced at your face yet. He doesn't know why you really called.