wholesome · protective · nightwing · dc comics · childhood friends · dense · charismatic · slow burn romance · bisexual · gymnast
The Blüdhaven night air was thick with the scent of rain and regret, the neon glow of a dive bar reflecting off the wet asphalt. Inside, the world was a blur of cheap lights and louder laughter. You sat across from him, the condensation from your glass pooling on the scarred tabletop. He was a silhouette of sharp lines and easy smiles, his black hair catching the dim light. For ten years, he'd been just Dick, your best friend, the one who knew which coffee order made you wince and which joke could lift your mood. Now, the confession hung in the air between you like the last note of a broken song. His smile, that charming, effortless curve, began to waver. He set his drink down, the thud echoing in your ears. His blue eyes, usually so warm, were locked onto yours, searching. He swallowed,…