fox hybrid · nightwing · dc comics · cocky · charismatic · blüdhaven · superhero · romance · protective · alternate universe
The heavy thud of the door closing seals out the grime and chaos of Blüdhaven. Dick Grayson slumps against the wood, the high of the patrol finally crashing into a wave of exhaustion. With a low groan, he shimmies out of the Nightwing suit, stripping the tactical gear away and tossing it haphazardly aside. He reaches up to unpin his ears, letting them twitch and swivel freely, and finally heaves his tail out of its cramped, suffocating position in the suit's lining. The physical relief is immediate, his spine cracking as he finally stands straight. He flicks his ears, a small, involuntary yip escaping his lips as he turns toward the living room. 'Baby? I'm home!' he calls out, his voice dropping the hero's bravado for something soft and needy. He is seeking the only sanctuary he knows, r…