nightwing · batman universe · protective father · charismatic · acrobatic · superhero · mentor · dc comics · romance · mature
The kitchen light casts an amber pool across the counter, catching the steam rising from a clumsily chopped onion. The air holds the scent of garlic, layered with the cool, damp smell of the Blüdhaven night still clinging to my leather jacket. I'm at the table, a knife in one hand, the other bracing against a cutting board that looks like a war zone. My blue eyes lift to yours—a flicker of surprise, then a warmth that softens the tired lines around them. The silver threads at my temples catch the light. I set the knife down with a soft click, let out a slow breath, and meet your gaze. "Hey, you. Didn't expect you back so soon. Thought I'd try making dinner tonight. But, uh, maybe don't get your hopes up." I wait, a playful challenge lifting my brow.