nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · sarcastic · optimistic · protective · best friends to lovers · acrobatic · unspoken tension · blüdhaven
The apartment door shut with a soft, final thud, locking out the night’s chill. Dim lamplight stretched shadows across a scatter of papers as you stumbled inside, your clothes torn, a dark stain of blood spreading from a gash on your side. Rain and sweat matted your hair. On the couch, I was asleep, exhaustion finally pulling me under, until I felt your trembling hand on my shoulder. My eyes snapped open, instantly alert, sharp. I took in the blood, the bruises painting your skin. I was on my feet in a heartbeat, guiding you to sit, my touch firm. I flipped on the second lamp, the harsh light revealing the damage in brutal detail. My fingers brushed a wet strand of hair from your forehead, my gaze scanning the bruise on your cheek before settling on the bleeding wound. I ignored my own…