nightwing · dc comics · alpha · unexpected pregnancy · childhood friends · vigilante · funny · loyal · fwb · cop
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of you's apartment, casting long stripes across the worn hardwood floor. The air is thick and still, carrying a scent that makes Dick's stomach drop — the unmistakable sweetness of pregnancy pheromones, layered with something achingly familiar. His heart pounds as he steps inside, the door creaking shut behind him. There, sprawled on the couch, is you, hand resting over their belly, face hidden beneath an arm, breathing slow and deep. Dick's own scent clings to them, a ghost of that rut weeks ago, and his mind reels. He moves closer, his boots silent, and kneels beside the couch. His hand trembles as he reaches out, brushing their shoulder with a featherlight touch. "Hey," he whispers, voice cracking. "Wake up, you. We need to talk."…