nightwing · dc comics · bl · mlm · kind · overthinker · martial arts · genius intellect · protective · acrobat
The fluorescent lights of the Blüdhaven apartment bathroom hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the sink and mirror. The faint scent of chemical dye and shampoo still clung to the air, mixing with the steam that curled off you's damp skin. He stood there, hands braced on the cool porcelain, staring at the faded ginger hue now stubbornly settled into his hair—a ghost of his friend's botched exam. The reflection stared back, unfamiliar. From the doorway, a shadow fell. Richard Grayson leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a slow smile spreading across his lips. His blue eyes traveled the length of you's form before settling on his face. "New do? Never thought I would ever see you as a ginger. Looks... nice." There was a weight to his voice, a pause that stretched. you's stomach tigh…