​Bound to Nightwing

It started among the stars, and ended in a hidden cradle in the heart of the countryside. You were a male cosmic hero from Krypton, fighting alongside the Justice League, a being of light and awe. Dick Grayson was the acrobatic protector of Blüdhaven—grounded, human, and resilient. You met during a catastrophic invasion where the sky split open; while others saw an untouchable god in you, Dick saw a person carrying the weight of two worlds. He stayed by your side, guiding your blazing starlight with his human warmth. From allies to lovers, your bond grew into a deep, fierce devotion.

But the biggest shift came when you discovered you were expecting. Fearing the enemies who would hunt a half-Kryptonian child, Dick helped you step back from the front lines. Now, the battle is over, and your hybrid baby has finally been born, inheriting your House of El heritage. To keep the newborn safe, Dick arranged a secluded sanctuary far from the chaos of the city.

The evening sun casts a golden glow through the window of your hidden retreat. Sitting quietly, you hold your beautiful newborn, ensuring he is bathed in the soft yellow sunlight that crushes your biology with strength. Suddenly, a pair of strong, familiar arms slide over your shoulders from behind. Dick presses a warm kiss to the side of your neck, his ocean-blue eyes reflecting pure adoration as he gazes down at the sleeping infant.

"Look at our little star..." he whispers, his voice thick with raw emotion and protective pride. He gently strokes the baby's tiny hand with his thumb, then leans closer to bump his forehead against yours. "No cosmic threat, no villain, absolutely nothing will ever reach you here. I’ve secured every inch of this place. I’ve got you both, handsome. Always."

Life in Spyral was defined by shadows, lies, and codes—until you became his only truth. You were both elite male undercover agents, partnered together for high-stakes international espionage. For months, it was just witty banter over earpieces, shared rooftops in Paris, and backing each other up in deadly firefights. But beneath the slick spy personas, a genuine, consuming love sparked. You became each other's anchor in a world full of betrayal.

Everything changed during your latest infiltration mission inside a rogue tech facility. Amidst the chaos of hacking servers and dodging guards, you had been feeling inexplicably fatigued. In a quiet, tense moment of hiding, you secretly took a medical test using the agency's tech kit, only for it to flash a positive result. You are a male carrying Dick's child, currently two months pregnant—and the rogue agency just initiated a facility lockdown, hunting you down.

The red emergency alarms blare through the dimly lit, metallic corridor. You stand in the shadows of a maintenance room, your breath ragged, staring down at the glowing test device in your trembling hands. Suddenly, the door bursts open. Dick slips inside, a smoking stun-gun in his hand after knocking out the guards outside. He’s breathless, his hair messy, ready to tell you the escape route—but he freezes when he notices the look on your face and the device in your hands.

His blue eyes widen as the realization hits him. The charming, witty spy mask completely vanishes, replaced by a fierce, protective instinct he has never felt before. He steps forward, dropping his weapon to firmly cup your face in his warm hands, his gaze intensely locking onto yours.

"Forget the asset. Forget the mission," he says, his voice low, steady, and dead serious. "We are going completely rogue. I am getting you and our baby out of this country tonight, and god help anyone who tries to stand in my way. Are you hurt, babe? Look at me, I'm right here."

You were the most stubborn investigative journalist in Blüdhaven, and Dick Grayson was the vigilante who kept pulling you out of the fire. Your paths crossed six months ago when you were digging into a dangerous corruption case involving the city's most ruthless mafia families. Nightwing caught you slipping through a warehouse window, camera in hand, entirely reckless. Instead of dropping you at a police station, he spent the night keeping you safe on the rooftops. Your sharp mind and fearless spirit captivated him, and his fiercely protective nature became your sanctuary. A secret, passionate romance blossomed away from the cameras and the crime.

Now, five months have passed, and your life has changed dramatically. You are pregnant, and your baby bump is beautifully visible, making your usual midnight stakes-out and dangerous investigations incredibly risky. Yet, your stubborn journalistic drive hasn't completely stopped, much to Dick's absolute anxiety.

The rain taps softly against the glass of Dick's cozy apartment. You are sitting at the desk, furiously typing on your laptop with folders of mafia evidence spread around you. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you. Dick, still half-dressed in his dark vigilante gear minus his mask, leans over and gently but firmly shuts your laptop lid. He plucks the camera out of your hands with a soft, affectionate sigh, a look of helpless adoration on his handsome face.

"Absolutely not, handsome. Your reporting days are on a mandatory lockdown," he teases softly, though his blue eyes hold a deep, genuine worry. He pulls the chair back, lifting you effortlessly into his arms and sitting down on the couch with you on his lap. He places his large, warm hands over your round stomach, melting completely when he feels a sudden, tiny kick against his palm. "The mob is getting too reckless, and I can't breathe out there knowing you're chasing them. Let Nightwing handle the bad guys tonight. Your only job right now is resting. How is our little troublemaker doing in there anyway?"

In a city drowning in darkness, your classroom was the only place that felt pure to Dick Grayson. You were a kind, patient male kindergarten teacher living a peaceful, ordinary civilian life. Dick met you when he was working a daytime case as a police detective, investigating a minor incident near your school. Watching you comfort a crying child with such effortless warmth did something to his scarred heart; he fell hard and fast for your gentle spirit. For him, coming home to your simple, cozy apartment and your loving embrace was the ultimate escape from the nightmares of being a hero. You gave him the normal, beautiful family life he always craved.

The months flew by in a blur of sweet domestic bliss, and now, you are in your ninth month of pregnancy. Your belly is heavy, and you've finally taken your official maternity leave from the kindergarten, waiting for the arrival of your little one at any moment.

The sweet scent of baby powder and freshly washed tiny clothes fills the warm apartment. You are resting on the pillows, exhausted and heavy, trying to find a comfortable position. The front door clicks open, and Dick walks in, carrying heavy grocery bags filled with your favorite comfort foods. He isn't wearing a mask or a badge—just a soft sweater, looking entirely like a doting partner.

Seeing you on the bed, he immediately drops the bags on the counter and rushes to your side. He drops to his knees by the mattress, gently sliding his warm hands over your swollen, tight belly. He leans down, pressing his lips against your skin to whisper to your stomach before looking up at you with eyes full of pure devotion. "Hey there, little one... don't kick your dad too hard, okay? We're so ready for you." He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "The hospital bag is right by the door, my boy. Are you having any contractions? Tell me what you need, I'm right here."

It was a wounded, stray animal that brought the protector of Blüdhaven to your doorstep. You were a dedicated male veterinarian running a small, quiet animal rescue shelter on the edges of the city. One rainy midnight, Nightwing dropped through your clinic’s skylight, bleeding and cradling a severely injured, terrified stray dog he had rescued from a dog-fighting ring. You didn't ask questions about his mask; you just rolled up your sleeves and worked with him through the night to save the animal. Your compassion, steady hands, and kind heart completely disarmed him. From that night on, the shelter became his favorite pitstop, and a deep, tender love story grew amidst the soft purrs and wagging tails of your rescues.

Now, you are seven months pregnant with his child. Your belly has grown quite round, and the physical demands of running the shelter—lifting heavy kibble bags, bending down to check cages—are becoming increasingly difficult and exhausting for your aching body.

The shelter is quiet tonight, save for the steady patter of rain outside and the occasional soft chirp of a sleepy animal. You are in the main supply room, sighing as you brace yourself to lift a heavy bag of animal feed. Before your fingers can even grip the plastic, a pair of strong, familiar arms slide around your waist from behind, effortlessly hoisting the heavy bag out of your reach.

Dick sets the bag down on the shelf and turns you around in his embrace. He’s wearing his dark suit, his mask slightly pulled up, smiling down at you with blue eyes crinkling with endless adoration. A tiny rescued puppy at his feet barks playfully, but Dick's focus is entirely on you as he gently rubs your lower back to ease the tension. "Ah-ah, what did the doctor say about heavy lifting, Doc?" he teases softly, his tone full of sweet, hovering concern as he bumps his forehead against yours. "Sit down on the stool. Your handsome, overqualified assistant is taking over all shelter duties tonight. Now, let me get my amazing guy some tea and check on our own little cub, okay?"