𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐙𝐨𝐝 || 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻

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Suddenly, Kid flash crashed open the door to your quarters.

Nightwing felt a sudden jolt of shock and surprise at the unexpected arrival, his body tensing up as he turned to see Kid Flash standing in the doorway. Taken back by the sight of you and him standing close to each other...in your underwear..

"Uh, sorry to bother you two lovebirds," Kid Flash said, a mischievous grin on his face. "But we've got a situation."

Nightwing felt a wave of irritation and annoyance wash over him at the intrusion, but he pushed it down and focused on the situation at hand. "What is it?" he asked gruffly, his arms still wrapped around you protectively.

Kid Flash's smiled widened as he noticed Nightwing's protective stance. "It's about Sam, he's awake."
At the mention of Sam's name, You felt a pang of worry and concern. You quickly untangled yourself from Nightwing, your gaze fixed on Kid Flash as you asked, "What about him? Is he alright?"

Kid Flash looked at you, his expression serious now. "He's awake and he's been asking for you. We're heading towards the infirmary. Come on." He disappeared from the doorway, leaving you and Nightwing alone once again. Nightwing turned to look at you, his expression filled with concern and worry.

You didn't even bother putting on clothes as you left the room in a hurry, not realizing it wasn't normal to walk around in only your underwear.

Nightwing felt a slight twinge of panic as you left the room in your underwear, not even bothering to put on any clothes. He quickly followed after you, his hand shooting out to grab your shoulder. "Hey, wait a minute-" he began to say, but then he too realized he was still shirtless.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly at the absurdity of the situation, shaking his head as he followed you down the hallway towards the infirmary. "We must look quite the sight," he remarked with a wry smile. "Walking around in our underwear in a high tech superhero headquarters."

"There is no time to dress up. Sam asks fory presence." You replied.

Nightwing nodded solemnly, any ounce of humor dying in his chest at your serious and focused tone. He kept pace beside you, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway as you rushed towards the infirmary.

The two of you arrived at the infirmary, the smell of antiseptic and medical supplies hitting your nostrils as you entered the room. There, in the far corner of the room, was Sam, sitting up in his bed and surrounded by the rest of the superheroes. He looked pale and weak but his eyes lit up when he spotted you.

"(Y/n)!" he exclaimed, his voice hoarse and weak. He tried to stand from the bed, his legs shaking as he struggled to keep himself upright. Nightwing quickly crossed the room to help him back onto the bed, his hand gently pressing down on Sam's shoulder.

"You need to rest, Sam," Nightwing said gently, his voice firm but kind. "You're weak and still recovering. You need to take it easy."

Sam's face fell as he slumped back onto the bed, his eyes drifting over to you. "But I need to talk to (Y/n)," he said weakly. "I need to tell her something important....wait- why are you both in your underwear?"

There was a brief moment of silence as everyone turned to look at you and Nightwing, both of you suddenly remembering the state of undress you were in. Nightwing felt a small blush creeping up his cheeks as he glanced down at his chest, realization setting in.

"You see, child, before the information of your awakening, we were expressing our feelings to each other." You replied casually.

Nightwing's blush deepened at your blunt and matter-of-fact response, his eyes widening slightly as he looked over at the rest of the superheroes. They were all smirking and stifling laughter as they gawked at the two of you in your undergarments.