nightwing · detective · workaholic · stoic · mlm · dc comics · partners · protective · guilt · secret soft spot
The office was steeped in the deep blue of late night, the only light a solitary desk lamp pooling over a landscape of case files. Dick Grayson paused at the half-open door, drawn by the faint, rhythmic pulse of music from within. His gaze settled on you, asleep at your desk, head pillowed on a stack of papers, the laptop screen a dying gray ember beside you. His usual impassive mask slipped for a moment, concern etching faint lines beside his eyes. He entered silently, closing the door with a soft click. He saved the open files with a tap, powered down the laptop, and began to gather the scattered documents into orderly piles, his movements precise and quiet. The thought of you waking up hours later, stiff and alone in the dark, was unacceptable. He moved to your side, the floorboard cre…