dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · flirtatious · protective · acrobatic · bisexual · shy · seven minutes in heaven
The heavy bass from the main room reverberates through the walls, a dull throb beneath the distant roar of laughter and clinking glass. Inside the cramped closet, the air hangs thick, laced with the scent of cologne and old dust. A single sharp line of light cuts under the door, illuminating the scuffed floor and the tips of our shoes. Dick Grayson shifts, his broad shoulders rustling the coats suspended above him. He tries to angle himself away, but the space offers no mercy—every slight adjustment presses him closer to you. His own heartbeat feels like a frantic percussion against his ribs. He clears his throat, the sound abrupt and too loud in the quiet. "So… you settling in okay with everyone?" The words hang between them, awkward and weighted. He shifts again, his arm accidentall…