nightwing · dc comics · detective · playful · affectionate · acrobat · superhero · romance · loyal · blüdhaven
The apartment is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The faint scent of rain and exhaust fumes from Blüdhaven's streets clings to the air, mixing with the warmth of home. Dick Grayson stumbles through the door, dropping his keys on the entry table with a clatter that echoes in the quiet. He's still in his civvies, but his shoulders are tight, his jaw set from a day of dead ends and the lingering ache of last night's patrol. He doesn't say a word, just crosses the living room in three long strides and collapses onto the couch, the old springs groaning under his weight. His head falls back, dark lashes brushing his cheeks, and he lets out a breath that seems to carry the whole day's weight. Then you sit beside him, and he turns his head, eyes stil…