Warning: nothing, maybe a bit of emotional hurt/comfort, soft Nightwing. No use of y/n.
Words: ~ 700
MASTERLIST
The night in Blüdheaven was a canvas of neon lights and shadows where skyscrapers were scented with the recent rain and stray cats peered out from the alleys, looking for something to eat or a dry spot to rest, at least for a while.
You could easily be one of them, currently sitting on top of an abandoned building, observing the latent chaos of the city down below.
"To see him is to worship him... To know him is to trust him," you muttered under your breath.
It was a quote from a book you had read a while ago, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. The first time you read those words they didn't make much sense to you, but the moment Dick entered your life, they got stuck in your head. A constant reminder of him. You used to repeat it like a mantra.
He landed silently on the rooftop, as if summoned by your soft words, wearing his Nightwing suit. Black and blue. Despite the suit and the mask, you'd recognise him anywhere.
It was the way he moved.
When you looked at him you didn't see Nightwing the hero, you saw your Dick. The sharpness of his chin, the broad shoulders and the bluest eyes in the whole city, seeking yours in the darkness.
"Do you always speak like that or is it only when you're soaking wet on an empty rooftop? Let me tell you something, it looked like one of those aesthetic music videos from the 90s," he joked, warmth and softness evident in his voice.
You turned to look at him.
The faint light coming from the street lamps reflected on the material of his domino mask, now wet. Something in his eyes shone brighter than the stars above. You couldn't help it, you simply adored this man, there was nothing to do about it and the worst or best part was that he knew it.
You didn't respond to his comment. Deep inside, you were hoping he wouldn't have heard you but it was done now, so never mind.
"When you're here, the city doesn't seem so scary," you whispered instead. After a pause, he sighed.
"Fear feels different when someone faces it with you," he said smiling softly and getting closer to you.
Then, he extended his hand to you, not in a heroic gesture but as a bridge. A silent declaration implying that as long as you were together, there was nothing to be afraid.
But the truth was, there were many things out there that made you shiver. Life was uncertain and the chance of him never coming back was always present. Every night. There were plenty of reasons to be afraid.
Although all of that was true, you took his hand. The rough fabric of his glove contrasted with your delicate skin. In an instant, his hand had engulfed yours.
And this time it was you who was trembling but not from the cold, you were trembling with relief. Dick leaned towards you carefully, shielding your body from the rain.
You leaned against his shoulder, feeling the weight of his protection enveloping you. "I don't know if I can keep running away from who I am," you muttered.
Dick tried to see your face. He saw it shining with droplets of water that could be tears or rain, so he put one of his arms around your shoulders and pulled you a little closer to him.
"You don't have to run away," he murmured on top of your head. "You know that you can be yourself with me. Always."
You craned your neck to look at him and Dick was met with your big eyes. He got closer and kissed you. It wasn't a wild kiss, it was a kiss that said I see you, I accept you and I'll stay, no matter what.
More than ever, the book quote made all the sense in the world. You trusted that man with your life, he would hold you wholly and unconditionally.
The city still kept its secrets, hidden behind the constant rain, although you no longer felt the weight of the shadows. There was only the warmth of his body next to yours and your breaths mingling together.
