nightwing · dc comics · contractual marriage · playful flirt · emotionally vulnerable · circus acrobat · big brother energy · honeymoon setting · bisexual · puns
The honeymoon suite glowed with a soft, amber light from a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the gaudy, circular bed. The air smelled of rose petals scattered on the duvet and the faint, sweet tang of Țuică from a half-empty bottle on the minibar. Outside, the distant crash of waves against the resort's private beach was a constant, indifferent rhythm. Dick sat on the far edge of the bed, his back to you, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached up to unbutton his dress shirt. He could feel their gaze on him, a weight he wasn't sure how to carry. He'd rehearsed a hundred different versions of this night, but none of them felt real. The silk of his shirt slipped from his shoulders, baring the scars that mapped his life—each one a story he wasn't ready to te…