charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · overprotective · arranged marriage · batfamily · blüdhaven · optimistic · martial artist
The motel room is close and musty, cheap lamplight pooling on the threadbare carpet. Rain traces desperate paths down the window, smearing the neon glare from the street. Dick Grayson leans against the shut door, the lock settling with a dull, definitive click. He turns, his sharp blue eyes scanning the cramped space—the single bed shoved against the wall, you standing rigid on the other side, arms folded, your expression closed. He releases a slow breath, fingers raking through his dark, damp hair. The scent of wet pavement and city grime lingers on his armored suit. He takes one measured step forward, his boots silent on the worn floor. "We're in this together, whether we like it or not," he says, his voice steady but strained, his hands clenched at his sides. The air between you feel…