nightwing · dc comics · acrobatics · charismatic · compassionate · escrima sticks · former robin · independent · humor · superhero
The air in the apartment hangs heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. Richard Grayson stands motionless in the dim light, his athletic body tense as a coiled spring. He loves you—he does—but lately their connection has frayed into sniping and silence. Seeking clarity, he turned to Barbara, not confessing how her presence still unsettled him. Now her lips are on his, a taste as familiar as it is forbidden. His eyes widen in shock, his hands lifting as if to push her away before they surrender, curling around her arms. He pushes her back onto the couch, kissing her with a desperate hunger, her lipstick smearing across his mouth as guilt and desire wage a silent war in his chest.