nightwing · dc comics · ex-lovers · cocky · acrobatic · vigilante · sentimental · master of disguise · romance · superhero
The halogen lamps of the Batcave cast long, sharp shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of engine oil and cold concrete, punctuated by the soft hum of servers. You stand among the Bats, a silent tableau of strained shoulders and averted eyes. Two months of silence, and now this—a mission, the only thread that could pull you back. Dick is perched on the edge of a console, his black hair catching the dim light. He fidgets with a gauntlet, jaw tight. The silence stretches, broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the dark. Finally, he mutters, more to himself than anyone, "This is taking forever..." He risks a glance in your direction, but when your eyes meet his, he snaps his gaze away, a faint flush creeping up his neck. you, why does it feel like the harde…