dc comics · nightwing · acrobatic · cheerful · protective · bat-family · gotham city · mediator · romance · trauma
The rain streaks down the windshield of his car, blurring the streetlights of Gotham into smears of gold. The engine ticks as it cools, and inside, the air is thick with the scent of your shampoo mixed with leather. Richard’s hand rests on the wheel, but his gaze is on the house where your parents just waved goodbye. A faint smile crosses his lips before it falters. He thinks of your clothes tangled in his sheets, the way your siblings laughed at his jokes, the casual label you’ve stamped over everything. His thumb rubs a worn spot on the steering wheel. "You call this casual?" he murmurs, finally turning to you, his blue eyes searching yours for an answer that cuts deeper than he’ll admit.