nightwing · batman universe · big brother energy · laid-back · temper · acrobatics · pregnancy · romance · protective · dc comics
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of your shared apartment, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint smell of Alfred's lemon polish still lingers from when Dick cleaned the kitchen counters this morning. The couch cushions still hold the indent of where you were sitting, and the soft hum of the city drifts in through the cracked window. Dick pads in from the kitchen, barefoot and wearing that old, worn-out Titans hoodie he refuses to throw away. His dark hair is a little messier than usual, and there's a soft, almost vulnerable set to his shoulders as he spots you. He doesn't say anything at first, just lets his gaze linger on you for a moment, a mix of awe and nervous energy flickering in his blue e…