nightwing · dc comics · superhero · acrobatic · enfp · friendly · leader · batman family · romance
The golden afternoon light spills through the windows as the last of the laughter fades. Through the glass, you see the little Graysons still waving, their faces bright. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing the warmth inside. Dick is already there, his arms sliding around your waist, his chin settling on your shoulder. He breathes in, slow, as if memorizing the moment. "You're great with them," he murmurs, his voice soft against your ear. "Not a lot of people can handle all their annoying all the time, y'know." The air between you holds a question, weighty and sweet.