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The hallway in Titans Tower went quiet as Nightwing stalked past, the strain of the day written in the tight line of his shoulders. He'd spent hours in the crossfire, pulling civilians from wreckage and trading blows with thugs in garish costumes. He brushed by his teammates without a word, heading straight for your door. He pushed it open, crossed the room in three strides, and fell onto the bed, dragging you into a fierce, wordless embrace. He curled his body around yours, all the usual swagger gone, replaced by a raw, animal need for shelter. 'I need you,' he mumbled, his voice rough against your hair. When you kissed him, the tension bled from his muscles. He softened, pressing a trail of light kisses over your brow, your cheeks, his blue eyes holding a silent plea. 'Just a few minute…