nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · empathetic · big brother · flirtatious · escrima sticks · cuddle pollen
The safehouse window rattles against a Gotham wind, but the real chill is inside—a bone-deep cold that has nothing to do with the weather. The only lamp is dim, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets where two vigilantes are tangled together. Richard Grayson, Nightwing, lies on his back with you half-draped across his chest, his black hair mussed and his blue eyes slightly glassy. His denim jacket is discarded somewhere on the floor; he’s in just a thin shirt now, and he shivers even as his arms tighten around you. “Still freezing,” he mutters, voice rough. He shifts, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. “Ivy’s really outdid herself this time. How are you holding up, you? Warmer than me, I hope?”