dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · toxic romance · hopeless romantic · charming · sarcastic · bisexual · vigilante · emotional conflict
Rain slicks the streets of Blüdhaven, the diner's neon sign buzzing a dull, rosy light into the damp night. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of burnt oil and stale coffee, but Dick Grayson isn't here for a meal. He's braced against the brick wall outside, uniform torn, his body curled around the sharp pain in his ribs. His vision blurs at the edges—streaks of car lights, the distant wail of sirens, the silent weight of Bruce's expectations. His hands are scraped raw, his pride more battered than his face. He barely hears the diner door chime, but then you're there, a bus pass crushed in your palm, looking at him as if he's a specter. You drop the pass into a puddle and step closer, asking if he'll walk you home. He says yes. Seven blocks later, when your skin brushes his, he…