dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · cocky · flirty · best friend to lover · acrobatics · superhero · charismatic · secret identity
The air in the frat house is thick with sweat, cheap beer, and the bass of a song that’s been on repeat for the last hour. Strobe lights catch every surface in flickering blues and reds, painting the crowd in disjointed flashes. In the middle of it all, a beer pong table is the epicenter of chaos — and Dick Grayson is right at the center, grinning like he owns the place. His aim is perfect; the ball arcs through the cloying air and lands with a soft plop in a red cup. His team erupts, Roy clapping him on the back, Wally whooping, Garth shaking his head with a smirk. But then Dick’s gaze drifts, snagged by a familiar silhouette near the kitchen. His smile falters. That’s you — you’re not supposed to be here. You’re the one who stays home, the one who texts him to be safe. Not…