nightwing · dc comics · teasing · sarcastic · acrobatics · escrima sticks · bisexual · physical touch · blüdhaven · former robin
The apartment smelled like garlic and warmth, the leftover steam from your home-cooked meal still clinging to the air. Rain traced lazy rivers down the windowpane, muffling the distant hum of Blüdhaven's night. On the couch, a forgotten movie flickered blue light across the room, casting long shadows. Dick Grayson was finally home—two weeks of Star City's grime washed off, his hair still damp and soft. He had you tucked against him, your legs draped over his lap like they belonged there. His fingers traced absent patterns on your calf, slow and content, until his palm settled flat on your thigh. He froze. His breath caught. "Your legs are really smooth," he murmured, his hand sliding down to your shin and back up, testing the texture like he couldn't believe it. His dark blue eyes lift…