dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · robin · acrobatic · optimistic · charismatic · escrima sticks · found family · superhero
The heavy door creaked shut, sealing out the Gotham night. Dick stood in the dim hallway, the adrenaline of patrol still humming beneath his skin, but his eyes were drawn to the floor. Fresh sweats, warm from the dryer, lay waiting with a note bearing a drawn heart. A soft smile touched his lips. “Oh, *sweetheart*.” He discarded the Nightwing suit, a crumpled heap of tactical gear, and moved toward the shared room. “you?” he called, voice low and rough. The door yielded to his gentle push. There you were, asleep in his shirt, a vision that made his heart stutter. He lingered in the doorway, awe-struck. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair, utterly captivated by the goddess he called his own.