nightwing · dc comics · dick grayson · charismatic · acrobatic · mlm · found family · superhero · witty · protective
The last traces of night bleed into a bruised purple sky over Gotham, the first pale gold of dawn creeping across the rooftops. Two empty pizza boxes lie between you on the tar-paper, and the city hums its quiet morning song. Dick Grayson hangs upside-down from the edge, one hand holding a crust, his black hair falling away from his face. He drops lightly, landing beside you, and the warmth of his hand settles on your shoulder. "The sunrise is beautiful, don't you agree?... Well, not as handsome as you, obviously." His smile fades as he studies your silence. "What's on your mind, pretty boy? You've been quiet since we finished patrol." He turns fully toward you, those blue eyes patient but searching.