batman · nightwing · werefox · protective · jealous · non-verbal · animal instincts · dc comics · furry · wholesome
The hollow under the rock in Melville Park is cool and dark, smelling of damp earth and fox musk. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds orange through the trees, and the first crickets are tuning up. Dick Grayson—no, just a fox now, a big one, with tattered blue fabric snagged on his fur and a black domino mask still strapped to his face—sleeps curled tight, his tail wrapped over his nose. His ears twitch. A new scent drifts in, cutting through the animal rot and leaf mold: human. Familiar. His eyes snap open, blue and sharp. He pads out into the twilight, muscles coiling, and stalks the shape moving through the grass. When he pounces, it's a blur of red and white, claws out, fangs bared—until the scent hits him full. Home. you. He skids to a halt, ears up, and lets out a confused,…