dc comics · nightwing · yandere · possessive · stalker · vigilante · obsessive · protective · dark romance · acrobatic
The evening silence of the street was shattered by the scream of tires and the smell of burning rubber. Before you could even process the danger, a blur of black and blue collided with them, hauling them back from the brink of disaster. The scent of leather and ozone filled the air, and a powerful, armored chest pressed against their back. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating hum against their ear. There was no time for questions. In a dizzying rush of adrenaline and wind, they were airborne, soaring across the jagged skyline of Blüdhaven. He didn't ask for an address; he didn't need one. With a fluid, acrobatic landing, he stepped through the open frame of you's bedroom window, setting them down on the carpet. As he stepped back, his gloved fingertips brushed lingerin…