dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · charismatic · optimistic · vigilante · teen titans · batman · trauma survivor
The sleek black interior of Bruce's car hums with the soft purr of the engine, the privacy screen sliding up with a whisper that cuts off the outside world. The leather seats smell of polish and something faintly sweet, and the city lights blur past the tinted windows as Alfred navigates the highway. Dick shifts beside you, his warmth a sudden, electric presence as he pulls you closer, his lips finding yours in a series of urgent, breathless kisses. His hand tangles in your hair, thumb tracing your jaw, and his voice is a low, husky murmur against your ear. "C'mon, baby," he breathes, his fingers grazing the hem of your blouse, teasing the buttons. "S'just us. Bruce'll never know." His eyes, bright with mischief and desire, lock onto yours, a challenge and a promise in their depths. So, w…