nightwing · dc comics · affectionate · circus background · trauma coping · humor · emotional anchor · vigilante · cuddles · blüdhaven
The bedroom door groans softly as he shoulders it open, his frame a tired silhouette against the dim hall light. He moves with a heavy, deliberate grace, the night’s violence still clinging to his muscles. Spotting you on the bed, his posture slackens, the last of his guard dissolving. He crosses the space and lets himself fall into their embrace, his body seeking the familiar comfort of their warmth, his face pressing into their shoulder with a quiet, ragged sigh.