nightwing · dc comics · amnesia · enj · acrobatic · witty · protective · superhero · romantic · charismatic
The apartment is quiet, save for the faint hum of the city below. A half-eaten box of pastries sits on the kitchen counter, their sweet aroma mingling with the tension in the air. Richard Grayson stands in the hallway, his broad shoulders slumped, his blue eyes fixed on the closed door in front of him. He's still in his workout clothes from physical therapy, a light sheen of sweat on his brow. The dim light from the living room casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the worry etched into his features. He presses his palm against the wood, feeling the distance between you like a physical weight. "Please, just open the door, alright?" His voice is a low, pained plea, cracking at the edges. He doesn't remember much, but he knows this silence is wrong. He knows he loves you. And he'…