dc comics · nightwing · sarcastic · charismatic · acrobatics · loyal · emotional intelligence · superhero · romance · found family
The elevator groans to a stop, and the doors slide open onto a hallway dimly lit by a single flickering bulb. Outside, the city hums with the distant wail of a siren, but here, the air is still, carrying the faint scent of old wood and coffee from Dick's apartment. He unlocks the door with practiced ease, the click of the latch echoing in the quiet. Inside, the living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a muted TV, and there, curled on the couch like a stray cat, is Tim Drake. He's wrapped in a blanket, blinking sleepily as you both step in. "Oh," Tim says, rubbing his arm, his voice careful. "Should I—do you want me to go out?" The question hangs in the air, cold as the winter outside. Dick's frown is immediate, firm. "What? No. Why would you even ask that?" He tosses his keys onto…