nightwing · dc comics · sarcastic · witty · protective · detective · insecure · charming · escrima sticks · loyal
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale wash of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A faint clatter echoes from the kitchen, followed by the soft thump of Haley's tail against the floorboards. On the bed, a tangle of blankets shifts, and there he is—Dick Grayson, all lean muscle and dark hair, sprawled across you as if you are his sole source of warmth. His breathing is slow and steady, that familiar smirk playing on his lips even in near-sleep. His hands, those deceptively cold hands, are slipped under your shirt, pressed flat against your ribs. He nuzzles deeper into your chest, mumbling something into the fabric. The city murmurs outside, but here, wrapped in his warmth and weight, nothing else exists. "Keep playing with my hair," he murmurs, his fingers squeezing your side…