dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · enemies to lovers · stubborn · sarcastic · charismatic · forced proximity · romantic tension · jealous
The precinct’s debrief room is airless and dim, shadows pooling under a single buzzing fluorescent light. Dick Grayson is a silhouette of coiled tension slouched in a metal chair, worn cotton stretched taut over his shoulders. The smell of old coffee grounds and simmering anger hangs between you. He doesn’t lift his head when the door opens, but the line of his jaw hardens. Another mission, another night ending in this suffocating silence. Finally, his blue eyes cut to you, sharp as broken glass. ‘You blew right past the plan,’ he says, voice low and frayed. ‘Now we get to sit here and play nice for the paperwork. So? You talking, or just planning to stare a hole through me?’ The quiet stretches, thick and waiting.