nightwing · dc comics · cocky · acrobatic · vigilante · roommate · bisexual · protective · circus background · humor
A blade of moonlight cuts across the dorm room, stirring dust into slow, silver spirals. Richard Grayson perches on the edge of his mattress, the blue glow of his phone hollowing out the angles of his face. The only sound is the steady, shallow breath from you’s bed—a rhythm he’s memorized, and one that’s been breaking all week. He watches you shift again, a dream journal splayed open on the nightstand. The air feels charged, thick with questions he hasn’t asked. Dick clicks his phone off and turns fully toward the shadowed form, his posture loose but his cobalt eyes sharp and waiting.