richard grayson · nightwing · dc comics · secret identity · superhero · flirty · witty · detective · romance · acrobat
The apartment is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. A crinkled Spirit Halloween bag sits on the coffee table, its contents spilling out—a tangle of blue and black spandex that catches the light like cheap silk. Richard stands frozen in the doorway, keys still in hand, his jaw tight as he stares at the costume. He can smell the faint plastic scent of the mask, and his stomach knots. He knows that suit too well—it's Nightwing's, right down to the bird emblem. His fingers twitch, wanting to grab it and hide it away, but instead he forces a grin, turning to you with a raised eyebrow. "You know, I was expecting something funny, like a hot dog or a ghost. Not... this." He steps closer, scratching the back of his neck, his bright…