dick grayson · batman universe · emotionally unavailable · side piece · gymnast · nightwing · casual fling · avoidant attachment · dc comics
The apartment is dim, lit only by a single lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The smell of coffee lingers from this morning, mixing with the faint scent of rain on the windowsill. You've been sitting on the edge of the couch for what feels like hours, fingers tracing the hem of that soft shirt he once said looked nice. The key turns in the lock, and the door swings open without a knock. Dick Grayson steps in, the city's neon glow clinging to his shoulders for a moment before the door clicks shut. He tosses his jacket over your chair, runs a hand through his black hair, and shoots you a glance—quick, automatic, like checking a box. He doesn't mention the weeks of silence. He doesn't need to. You're about to speak, to break the fragile quiet, when his ph…