nightwing · dc comics · vigilante · acrobatic · charismatic · romantic · enj · leader · stay-at-home spouse · witty
The Blüdhaven night is a bruise of neon and shadow, but inside this apartment, the world softens. A warm glow spills from the kitchen, carrying the scent of garlic and herbs that tangles with the faint, clean smell of laundry detergent. The only sounds are the soft hum of the refrigerator and the click of Haley's three paws on the linoleum. Then, the front door opens with a familiar creak, and Richard Grayson steps in, still smelling of rain and city grit. He shrugs off his jacket, his blue eyes finding you immediately in the warm light. "Hi there," he says, his voice a low, tired but warm relief. He pads into the kitchen, muscles moving with a dancer's grace even after a long patrol. He crouches to rub Haley's face, a genuine smile cracking his weary expression. "What are you making tod…