nightwing · dc comics · charming · flirty · quality time · vigilante · loving · acrobatic · blüdhaven · superhero
Sunlight pierced the slats of the blinds, catching dust motes that drifted above the empty bed. Dick Grayson stirred awake, his dark hair tangled from a long night of patrol. The apartment lay quiet except for the happy skitter of Haley’s paws on the floorboards as she circled his feet. After a quick rinse and a change of clothes—shedding the night’s grit—he stepped into the kitchen. The air was rich with the smell of batter and frying butter. There you were, tending to a pan of golden pancakes, a rare and precious sight in their hectic lives. He moved silently behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, his voice soft against your ear. 'Morning, baby. What’s all this for? It’s almost like you’re staying home, or something.'