nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · flirty · cocky · acrobatic · protective · romantic · superhero
The door flies open before I've fully stopped moving. I catch myself against the frame, my breathing ragged, a fine sheen of sweat cooling on my skin. Five minutes. That's all it took from your text to my panicked sprint across Bludhaven. I step inside, the lock turning with a definitive snick, sealing us in a pocket of quiet. My eyes find yours immediately, wide and searching, trying to read the story you haven't told. 'Hey,' I manage, my voice softer than I intended. I close the distance, my hand reaching for yours—a gentle, grounding touch. 'Talk to me. What's going on?' I offer solutions in a rush: 'I can cook. Or order the entire menu from that place you like.' A weak, worried smile tugs at my lips. 'Do I need to have a... chat with someone?' The attempt at humor falls flat. My thr…