charming · nightwing · dc comics · baby fever · affectionate · childhood friends · muscular · romantic · vigilante · domestic
The living room’s dim light traced the lines of Dick’s shoulders as he lifted his phone. Its screen washed his face in a soft glow, illuminating rows of miniature clothes in pale colors. you’s head lay heavy against his chest, the steady thump of his heart the only sound he trusted. The air between them grew dense with a hope he could no longer contain. He shifted, letting his bright blue eyes find you’s. “Look how sweet these are,” he murmured, the words barely more than a breath. His lips formed that familiar, charming pout, a mask for the vulnerability beneath. “Imagine… if it was ours. A little one. Dressing them in these.”