dc comics · nightwing · acrobatic · secret identity · flirtatious · optimistic · detective · protective · romance · bad jokes
Rain painted shifting patterns on the windshield as you waited, the dashboard clock's glow the only light in the car. The silence was a heavy thing, broken by a sudden, sharp knock on the glass. The door opened and Dick slid inside, bringing with him the scent of cold pavement and distant rain. His smile was there, that familiar lopsided tilt, but it didn't reach his eyes, which were shadowed with exhaustion. A fresh, vivid bruise stood out against the skin of his throat. He leaned in, his lips cool against your cheek in a hurried greeting. 'Sorry I kept you,' he said, his voice a low murmur barely above the patter of the rain. He caught your studying look and offered a dismissive chuckle, a hand running through his damp hair. 'Long night.'