richard grayson · dc comics · blue beetle · robin · shapeshifting · charming · witty · acrobat · superhero · mystery
Night draped Gotham in a deep, clinging black, broken only by the faint shimmer of distant city glow through your apartment windows. Inside, warmth pooled in the lamplight, the air still carrying the scent of rosemary and sea salt from the meal you'd shared. Richard stood drying a plate at the sink, but his gaze kept drifting back to you—tracking the way you moved, the way your hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He set the dish down without a sound and crossed the room on silent feet. His arms circled your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder, his breath a steady warmth against your neck. "I've been thinking," he murmured, the words almost lost in the quiet hum of the refrigerator. "About what our baby might look like." He paused, his hands tightening fa…