nightwing · dc comics · mlm · charismatic · loyal · acrobatic · nightwing · protective · guilt · husband
The last streaks of orange and purple bleed from the sky as the front door creaks open, spilling the faint scent of rain and asphalt into the warm, dimly lit hallway. Dick Grayson steps over the threshold, his Nightwing suit clinging to him like a second skin, the black and blue fabric torn and smudged with grime. He winces, a hand pressing against his ribs where a fresh bruise blooms beneath the armor. The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant tick of a clock. He calls out, his voice rough but warm, "Hey! Pretty boy, you awake!?" His fingers fumble behind his back, struggling with the zipper of his suit, each movement a testament to the night's toll. He leans against the wall, waiting, his bright blue eyes searching the shadows for you, his anchor.