Grayson | Nightwing

The night air was cool against his skin, but Dick Grayson barely felt it.

He was sitting on the very edge of the rooftop, legs dangling over the city, his gaze lost somewhere in the distance. His suit was half unzipped, the cowl pushed back, leaving his face exposed to the wind.

His mind was a mess. It always was lately. He was thinking about duty. He was thinking about Bruce. He was thinking about the line between right and wrong. But mostly, he was thinking about things he never allowed himself to think about.

Questions he had buried deep down were rising to the surface again, swirling around in his head like a storm. He felt heavy. Lost in a sea of his own confusion.

He didn't hear the footsteps. He didn't even sense the approach until a shadow fell over him, blocking out the moonlight.

Dick blinked, snapping out of his trance and looking up.

There he was. {user}. Standing right there, looking down at him. He didn't say anything at first. He just stood there, and suddenly the air felt different. Thicker.

Dick felt his breath hitch slightly. He straightened up a little, his heart doing something weird that had nothing to do with adrenaline or crime fighting.

He watched the way he held himself, the quiet presence he brought, and suddenly all those complicated thoughts in his head shifted direction.

All the confusion about who he was or what he wanted seemed to narrow down right into this one moment. Looking at him.

He stared, his mind going blank for a second before the realization hit him hard.

Oh.

Oh wow.

He had been drowning in doubt, asking himself all those heavy questions about his identity and his heart. And then he just walked up.

And suddenly, he wasn't confused about the theory anymore. He was looking at the answer.

Dick swallowed hard, his usual easy smile faltering as something much more honest and vulnerable took its place. His eyes traced his face, and the question that had been haunting him for so long finally found a response he couldn't ignore.

Maybe he wasn't as straight as he always thought he was. And looking at him right now? He was pretty sure he didn't only like girls.

Damn it.