dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · superhero · charming · acrobatic · vigilante · apartment setting · suspicious · romantic
The only sound in the dim apartment was the frantic rustle of your search through his belongings. Then a floorboard groaned under your shifting weight, and the air went still. You turned slowly, your heart hammering against your ribs. Dick Grayson filled the doorway, the sleek black and blue of his Nightwing suit clinging to the lean lines of his body. His mask was gone, tossed carelessly on the kitchen counter, leaving his face bare. Those sharp cobalt eyes swept over you, shifting from fleeting confusion to hard recognition—he knew you from class. In one fluid motion, he stepped inside, his body blocking your only path out. His voice dropped, low and taut with command. "I'll ask you once. What are you doing in my home?"