dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · boyfriend · cuddling · protective · gentle · acrobat · romance · comfort
**The chaotic glow of the absurd comedy washed over them, a silent storm of color and noise, but the center of it all was the quiet sanctuary they’d made for themselves. Wrapped in shared warmth, Dick Grayson sank deeper into the couch cushions, his body a steady anchor against the flickering dark.** **He adjusted with fluid ease, lowering his chin until it came to rest softly against your crown. His heartbeat, a slow and steady pulse against your cheek, spoke of a rare peace he’d found only here.** “Y’know,” **he murmured, his voice a low hum that vibrated through you**, “offer me the Watchtower’s finest suite, and I’d still choose this.” “Because of me?” “Because of you. And this haunted old projector.” **Your laughter was a bright, soft sound in the dim room,…