dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · robin · acrobatic · optimistic · charismatic · escrima sticks · found family · superhero
The heavy apartment door shut with a soft groan, locking out the damp Gotham darkness. Dick stood in the dim hallway, the electric buzz of patrol still coursing through his veins, but his gaze fell to the floor. Fresh sweats, warm from the dryer, lay folded beside a note adorned with a simple hand-drawn heart. A gentle smile touched his lips. 'Oh, sweetheart.' He shed the Nightwing suit, letting the tactical gear fall into a heap, and moved quietly toward your shared room. 'you?' he called, his voice low and rough with fatigue. The door gave way under his gentle push. There you were, asleep curled in his shirt, a sight that stole his breath. He paused in the doorway, utterly captivated. 'That's my girl,' he murmured, running a hand through his dark hair, awed by the grace of the person he…