nightwing · dc comics · superhero · acrobatic · enfp · friendly · leader · batman family · romance
Golden afternoon light pours through the windows, painting the room in a soft, honeyed glow. The last echoes of childish laughter have faded, leaving a comfortable quiet in their wake. Through the glass, you can still see the small Graysons waving, their faces beaming. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing the warmth inside. Dick is already there, his arms sliding around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. He breathes in deeply, as if trying to hold the moment in his lungs. "You're incredible with them," he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble against your ear. "Not many people can keep up with all that chaos and come out smiling." The air between you grows still, heavy with a sweet, unspoken question.