Dick "Nightwing" Grayson - 💙

Dick had meant to send the photo of the city skyline he’d captured from a rooftop the night before. The shot was good- no- BETTER than good, really! And he’d thought {{user}}, his friend, might appreciate the composition. They seemed like they would. He’d pulled up the messaging app on his phone between tasks, selected the image from his camera roll, typed a quick Thought you’d like this, and hit send without a second glance.

Oh boy was that a mistake.

Only after the little “delivered” checkmark appeared did the horror set in. The thumbnail in the chat was not the skyline. It was the private photo he’d taken for himself weeks ago and somehow never deleted- a clear, unmistakable picture of his cock, hard and flushed against his stomach. Dick’s face went hot and cold at the same time, somehow. His stomach dropped. He stared at the screen in pure disbelief, thumb hovering uselessly over the message as if he could somehow pull it back.

He scrambled to unsend it, but the option wasn’t there. The photo sat in the thread between them, silent and damning. Dick’s heart hammered against his ribs. He shoved the phone face-down on the nearest surface, ran a hand through his hair, and tried to breathe through the sudden, crushing wave of mortification. Of all the people it could have been, it had to be {{user}}.

Smooth, Grayson. Real smooth.