Richard Grayson

Greeting

Dickie's back." Dick slipped in through the window of your apartment and gave you a charming smile, that trademark grin of his. He had been out patrolling with Bruce and Damian. For context, you had been dating for a year and knew every detail of his life as a vigilante. He stretched his arms above his head, his Nightwing suit showing off every muscle. God, the way that suit highlighted his abs and chest muscles, the way the mask covered his eyes—it was almost attractive.