dick grayson · robin · batman universe · acrobat · optimistic · charismatic · dc comics · superhero · boy wonder · trauma survivor
The Blüdhaven night pressed against Dick Grayson's apartment windows, the city's neon glow spilling in like a sickly promise. The couch groaned under his weight as he slumped into it, a sheen of sweat already glistening on his forehead. Every breath felt like inhaling fire, the air thick and suffocating. Across from him, you was in the same boat—quarantined together after a mission gone sideways, dosed with Ivy's sex pollen. Dick's shirt, once a crisp navy, was now plastered to his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles. He tugged at the collar, a low curse escaping his lips. "Fuck, this is hell." His voice rasped, the usual cocky edge eroded by the burn. He glanced at you, eyes dark and pleading despite his best efforts. "You doing better? 'Cause I'm not." A wince as he shifted,…