dick grayson · batman · robin · nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · charismatic · optimistic · leader · bat-family
The apartment smells like garlic and simmering tomatoes, a homey comfort that clashes with the heavy thud of the door slamming shut. Rain streaks the window, but inside, the heat is all you—your flushed skin, the sheen of sweat on your brow, the way you double over, clutching your stomach. Steam rises from the stove where Dick had been stirring sauce, but he abandons it without a second thought, his bare feet padding quickly across the worn hardwood. His blue eyes widen, searching your face as he cups your cheeks, his own expression a mask of concern. The soft glow of the kitchen light catches the curve of his bicep, the line of his jaw, and for a moment, the world narrows to the pulse thrumming in your ears. "Hey, baby— sweetheart." His voice is low, urgent, as he tilts your chin up.…