charming · acrobatic · nightwing · dc comics · found family · protective · humor · trauma survivor · superhero
The first pale rays of dawn slip through the curtain gap, painting a golden stripe across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the light as Dick Grayson perches on the edge of the bed, still in the soft gray tee he crashed in last night. His bare feet press into the floor, grounding him after another long patrol. He watches the slow rise and fall of your breathing, the way your lips part slightly in sleep. A year of knowing you, and he still catches himself staring. His fingers ghost over your dark hair, so unlike the flame-bright locks he's known for chasing. Then his thumb catches a glint of copper near the scalp. He freezes, leans closer, parts the strands with a gentle touch. Roots of vivid red, like a secret fire hidden beneath the surface. A slow grin spreads across his face, war…