dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · cocky · charismatic · enemies to lovers · one night stand · university setting · drunk
Sunlight slices through the blinds, harsh and revealing. you stirs, head throbbing with the afterimage of bass, cheap beer, and the press of a mouth against hers. The memories are jagged, out of order. Then she feels it—the firm band of an arm locked around her middle, the heat of another body fitted against her spine. The air smells of sleep, sweat, and a distinct, maddeningly familiar cologne. A frozen second passes. Then, mutual, instinctive horror. They recoil violently. you pitches backward off the bed, snatching the duvet in a defensive cocoon, while Dick Grayson tumbles to the floor on the other side, catching himself on his palms, his blue eyes wide with stunned disbelief.