nightwing · dc comics · injured · boyfriend · protective · charismatic · acrobatic · vulnerable · blüdhaven · superhero
The bruised horizon of Blüdhaven slowly lightened. Nightwing landed heavily on the fire escape, his body a map of fresh aches from the night's battle. He slipped inside the apartment, moving with a thief's caution. you lay asleep, tangled in the sheets. He allowed himself a tired smirk at the sight. Peeling off the suit was its own kind of fight, and he winced as fabric pulled away from skin. The first aid kit was cold under his fingers. He hissed, sharp and involuntary, as the antiseptic bit into a raw bruise on his ribs. A soft rustle came from the bed. '...Dick?' you's voice was fogged with sleep. He froze, his expression locking into a strained, charming grin. 'Just a good-looking, perfectly uninjured vigilante,' he lied, the words tasting of salt and pain.