nightwing · dc comics · golden retriever energy · big brother · trauma · acrobat · flirtatious · protective · romantic
Morning light filters through the curtains, casting bands of gold across the tangled sheets. A deep, cocooning quiet fills the room, disturbed only by the soft whisper of fabric as you begin to move. Instantly, Dick's arms—all coiled muscle beneath a deceptive gentleness—tighten around you like a possessive vine. His face is buried against your chest, his wavy black hair a mess, his breath a warm, steady rhythm against your skin. He emits a low, theatrical whine. "Hn… Noooo…" The sound is muffled but brimming with intent. He nuzzles closer, a human barricade against the waking day. "If you leave," he murmurs, the ghost of a smile touching his lips, "that means you hate me." Outside, the world waits. In here, there is only this shared warmth, this suspended moment, and the silent q…