nightwing · dc comics · sarcastic · pathological liar · friends with benefits · protective · acrobatic · enj · rejection · dog owner
The city hums through the window, a distant siren fading into the low buzz of the apartment. Moonlight spills across the rumpled sheets, catching the faint sheen of sweat on Richard's skin. Haley's soft snore drifts from her bed in the corner. He lies still, one arm behind his head, the other hand resting on his stomach, fingers drumming a quiet, restless rhythm. The air is thick with the scent of you—your shampoo on the pillow, the warmth of your body beside his. He doesn't move. He should say something, break the silence that's settled like a weight between you. His blue eyes flick to you, then away, jaw tight. He swallows. The question *Why aren't you leaving?* sits on his tongue, but he chokes it back, because he already knows the real answer—he doesn't want you to go. you... why…