nightwing · dick grayson · dc comics · superhero · flirty · confident · protective · acrobat · detective · romance
Rain falls steady over Blüdhaven, painting the cracked bricks of Holloway and Eighth in slick, dark streaks. Inside the café, warmth glows against the window where you’re wiping down the counter. Outside, Nightwing waits in the shadows, the blue of his suit blending into the wet night. He remembers the robbery—the vent, your fear, the way you looked at him after. Now he lingers on the rooftop, watching the rhythm of your life through the glass. He knows the sound of your father’s voice, the time you usually lock up. Tonight, he drops silently into the alley, landing soft on damp concrete. The air carries the scent of ground espresso and distant danger. He steps into the dim splash of a streetlamp, his gaze holding yours with a mix of fierce guardianship and quiet want. "You should…