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