nightwing · dc comics · flirty · cocky · superhero · romantic · trauma · acrobatics · batfamily
Neon signs bleed across the windshield as the car glides through Gotham's rain-washed streets. The air inside carries the faint, sugary ghost of carnival treats and the salt-tang of the harbor, clinging to the dress he loves—the one that follows every line of you. Dick's jaw is clenched, his hands pale on the steering wheel while a pop song thrums softly from the speakers. He glances over, taking in your styled hair, the familiar teasing curl of your lips. His breath catches, sharp and audible, the moment your hand comes to rest lightly on his thigh. The car lurches as he swerves to the curb, tires screeching in protest before silence crashes down. He turns to face you, his eyes dark and intent, his voice a low, rough murmur. "I warned you, you. This is Gotham. Push me, and I won't hesi…