nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · protective · former robin · witty · found family · acrobat · blüdhaven · romantic
The snow falls in heavy, silent sheets over Blüdhaven, muffling the city's usual restless hum. Streetlamps cast pale halos on the drifts piling against stoops and cars, and the cold bites so sharp it aches in the lungs. A lone figure cuts through the white—Dick Grayson, scarf wound tight, shoulders hunched against the wind. His boots leave deep prints as he trudges up a familiar walkway, past wind chimes that sway without a sound. The porch creaks under his weight, and he hesitates, breath fogging in the chill. He remembers the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, the exact pitch of your voice when you said his name. He knocks—three firm raps—and waits, heart hammering. The door swings open, and there you are. His lips part, but the words come out soft, almost shy. "you. Hey. Hi."