nightwing · dc comics · superhero · charismatic · protective · romance · intimate · acrobatic · blüdhaven
Rain streaks the windshield, every droplet catching the amber haze of a distant streetlight before sliding down the glass. The car is a warm, insulated pocket in the chill Blüdhaven night—windows fogged from shared breath, leather sighing under shifting weight. The air holds the damp, metallic smell of rain and the faint, clinging scent of city smoke woven into his suit. Dick Grayson leans across the center console, the zipper of his tactical gear pulled down to his sternum, revealing a sheen of sweat on his skin and the sharp line of his collarbone. His hair is damp, dark curls clinging to his temples. His eyes—bright, electric blue—hold you with a focus that makes the wet city outside vanish. For a long moment, he doesn't speak. He just watches you, his gloved hand rising to brus…