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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽

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Days later You and Nightwing were sitting on the rooftop of the hall of justice, watching as the stars twinkled in the night sky. Your heads were leaned back against the cool metal of the building, your bodies lazily sprawled out on the floor. The silence between you was comfortable, filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing. And yet, even in the quiet, you could feel the weight of the unspoken words between you both.

Finally, Nightwing broke the silence, his voice low and filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I've been thinking," he said, his eyes fixed on the stars above. "About us."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Was this the moment you'd been waiting for - the moment he'd finally talk about the unspoken between you both? You willed yourself to keep your voice steady as you replied, "What about us?"

Nightwing turned his head to look at you, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light. There was a certain intensity in his gaze, a raw vulnerability that made your heart ache. "I want more than this," he admitted softly, his words hanging in the air between you. "More than the stolen nights, more than the moments snatched between missions."

A wave of emotions washed over you in that moment - hope, fear, uncertainty. Part of you wanted to throw caution to the wind and agree to everything he suggested, but another part of you couldn't ignore the practical realities of being vigilantes. "What are you suggesting?" You asked quietly.

Nightwing was silent for a moment as if contemplating the same things. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, more sincere. "I don't know yet," he confessed. "But I want to find out. I want to figure it out...together." His hand found yours in the darkness, his fingers intertwining with yours. "I love you," he said simply, as if it explained everything.

His words hung in the air between you, heavy with promise and hope. The future may have been uncertain, the trials and dangers of being vigilanties ever-present, but in that moment, all you cared about was the truth of his words, the emotion behind them. You squeezed his hand gently, a small smile curving your lips. "I love you too," you whispered back, the truth of your own feelings laid bare between you.

He turned to face you fully, pulling you closer until his forehead rested against your own. His breath mingled with yours, the warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers traced a light path along your jaw, caressing your skin with a gentle touch. "We'll figure it out," he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet, determined certainty. "I promise."

Your eyes fluttered closed, the feeling of his fingers against your skin, the warmth of his body against yours - all of it filling you with a sense of contentment and... hope for the future. You leaned into him slightly, letting the tension in your body melt away. "I believe you," you murmured, your voice soft in the darkness.

Your shared moment was rudely interrupted by a sudden explosive force that shook the rooftop, sending you both scrambling backward out of instinct. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline flooding your veins as you tried to understand what was happening.

"What the..." Nightwing muttered beside you, his body tensing in readiness. He pushed himself to his feet, eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the threat, and you followed suit, your own senses on high alert.

The sky was lit up with colorful flashes of light and smoke, each explosion causing a ripple of shockwaves through the air. As you strained your eyes to see through the darkness, you realized that the source of the chaos was coming from the city below - buildings were on fire, cars were overturned, and civilians were screaming in terror. The city was under attack.