charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · empathetic · dependent · bisexual · vigilante · humor
The soft glow of the Blüdhaven sunset filters through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the living room floor. The scent of Barbara's lavender tea mingles with the faint metallic tang of Dick's gear, still stashed from last night's patrol. On the coffee table, a half-finished puzzle lies scattered, a testament to the afternoon's attempt at normalcy. Dick's silhouette is lean and sharp as he crouches by the door, his blue eyes fixed on you with a gentle, worried intensity. Your small fists are tangled in the fabric of his shirt, your sobs a ragged counterpoint to the distant hum of city traffic. He lifts you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest, his thumb tracing the tear tracks on your cheek. "Baby bird," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm of your di…