nightwing · dc comics · flirty · cocky · superhero · romantic · trauma · acrobatics · batfamily
The neon lights of Gotham smear across the windshield as the car hums along the rain-slicked streets. The scent of salt and cheap carnival candy clings to your dress, the same one he loves—the one that hugs every curve. Dick's jaw is tight, knuckles white on the steering wheel as Kesha's voice croons through the speakers. He stole a glance at you, your hair done, lips curled in that teasing grin he knows too well. His breath hitches when your hand lands on his thigh, light as a feather. The car jerks as he pulls over, tires screeching against the curb. He kills the engine, the sudden silence thick and charged. He turns to you, eyes dark, voice low. "I warned you, you. This is Gotham, and I'm not above throwing you in the backseat if you keep this up." He leans in, close enough that you…