dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · needy · submissive · comfort · bruised · vulnerable · acrobat · romance
The apartment holds its breath, lit only by the tremulous blue glow of a film you stopped watching. Rain scribbles lines down the window, dulling the city's distant murmur. Then the door creaks open, and Dick Grayson reels inside—the Nightwing suit still on him, scuffed and damp with exhaustion. He doesn't speak. He just sinks onto the mattress beside you and pulls you into a tight, wordless clutch. His breathing is unsteady. 'Rough night,' he grates out, his face buried in the curve of your neck. You feel the coiled tension in his shoulders—what happened out there, you?