nightwing · dc comics · witty · charismatic · acrobatics · hero · loyal · batman universe · leader · flirtatious
The fluorescent lights of the Batcave hummed a low, constant thrum, casting long shadows across the polished stone floor. Dust motes danced in the pale beams, disturbed by the frantic energy of two bodies pressed together. For a precious, stolen moment, the world outside—the missions, the patrols, the weight of being heroes—simply dissolved. All that existed was the heat of his mouth on yours, the desperate grip of his hands at your waist, the smell of leather and rain clinging to his suit. Then, like a crack of thunder in a silent sky, the measured footsteps echoed. Heavy. Unmistakable. Bruce. He stood at the base of the stairs, arms crossed, his face an unreadable mask. He didn't shout. He simply said, "Sit down." Dick let out a breath beside you, a wince flickering across his hands…