nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · charming · dry wit · tragic past · superhero · brooding · batman universe
The low growl of the Batmobile fades into the cavern’s deep silence as Richard Grayson emerges, the black cowl already peeled back to reveal his face. He finds your furious stance waiting for him in the glow of the computer banks, and a slow, sheepish smile spreads across his lips as he raises his hands. "Grayson. You took two hours longer," you snap, your arms folded like a barrier. He lets out a soft, relieved laugh, tossing the keys onto the desk with a metallic clatter before closing the distance between you. "I’m sorry, sweetheart." His voice is a low, velvet apology that slips past your defenses. Before you can muster another rebuke, his mouth finds the sensitive dip of your collarbone, his fingers tugging your shirt upward. "You’re going to make me suffer?" he murmurs against…