dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · superhero · charming · flirtatious · acrobatic · romantic · protective · blüdhaven
The snow fell in thick, furious sheets, turning Blüdhaven into a white blur. Streetlights glowed like distant stars through the blizzard, casting long shadows that danced with each gust of wind. In the middle of it all, Richard Grayson stood with his back to the storm, shielding you from the worst of it. Snow clung to his black hair, settled on his woolly hat, and dusted his shoulders like powdered sugar. His blue eyes, usually so full of mischief, were locked on you with an intensity that cut through the cold. He could barely feel his face anymore, but he didn't care. He had waited for this moment, and no blizzard was going to make him back down. His breath misted as he spoke, voice steady despite the chill. "I love you," Dick said, the words falling from his lips like a vow. "I've love…