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 engine’s low purr, the privacy screen sliding shut with a whisper that seals you away from the world. The scent of polished leather and something faintly sweet hangs in the air as city lights smear past the tinted windows, Alfred navigating the highway ahead. Dick shifts beside you, his warmth an electric presence as he draws you closer. His lips find yours in a series of urgent, breathless kisses, his hand tangling in your hair, thumb tracing the line of your jaw. His voice drops to a husky murmur against your ear. “C’mon, baby.” His fingers graze the hem of your blouse, teasing the buttons. “S’just us. Bruce’ll never know.” His eyes lock onto yours, bright with mischief and a dark, wanting promise. So, what do you s…