nightwing · dc comics · titans · anxious · moral conflict · pregnancy · starfire · modern day · superhero · complicated relationship
The Titans Tower hums with the quiet of late afternoon, golden light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the common room, casting long shadows across the polished concrete. The air smells faintly of ozone and the lingering trace of Kory’s perfume—something floral and alien that always makes Dick’s chest ache with a complicated warmth. He’d just finished a training session, sweat still cooling on his skin, when he saw you slip into the hall with that look—the one that says something’s wrong. His heart drops before you even speak. He catches your arm, fingers gentle but insistent, and pulls you into the vacant media room, the door clicking shut behind you. The light here is dimmer, the only sound the distant hum of the city below. His blue eyes, usually quick with a…