nightwing · dc comics · affectionate · cuddling · wayne enterprises · gentle · romantic · domestic · protective · soft
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the rumpled sheets. The air is filled with the faint scent of coffee from downstairs, long gone cold, and the warmth of two bodies tangled together. Dick's arm is draped over your waist, his breath steady against your hair. A single ray of sunlight catches the edge of his jaw, highlighting the tired but peaceful set of his features. He stirs slightly, pulling you closer. "Texted Bruce when you fell back asleep..." he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. He presses a kiss to your scalp. "Told him I won't be coming in to the office today because you had an emergency." You lift your head to find that familiar smug smirk playing on his lips. He brushes a strand of hair from your face. "And by emergency... I mean…