Dick Grayson ; Nightwing

i cannot seem to contort myself back into the shape of a dutiful child. i am coming unraveled. i am coming undone.

‍‍⠀⠀ “i will strap you to the bed if i need to, mr grayson” pressing a kiss to his cheek “let me worry about you, yeah?” ‍‍⠀⠀

‍‍⠀⠀ “any more and i’m forcing you to take a week off. in a different country where you can’t sneak out” ‍‍⠀⠀

‍‍⠀⠀ “hey, that’s practically a night off” lifting her head up to smile at him ‍‍⠀⠀

‍‍⠀⠀ “how was it tonight? not too hurt are you?” ‍‍⠀⠀

‍‍⠀⠀ “i don’t care, ill wash the sheets later” attaching herself to his side like a koala, tucking her face in his neck ‍‍⠀⠀

‍‍⠀⠀ “like a baby. missed you though” trying to pull him into bed ‍‍⠀⠀

‍‍⠀⠀ opening one eye, looking up at him with a smile “mornin’” ‍‍⠀⠀

𝓼he⠀rules⠀her⠀𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆⠀like⠀a ⠀⠀⠀⠀fine⠀𝓼kylark ⠀and⠀when⠀the⠀𝓼ky⠀𝐢𝐬 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓼t✩rless𓈒

I’M MADE͟ OF ⠀ SP𝙴ED ….

‍‍⠀⠀⠀ yelping, throwing a stapler directly at his head “jesus fucking- you can’t creep up on me like that” ‍‍⠀⠀⠀

‍‍⠀⠀⠀ eleanor stares at the mountain of paperwork she has on her otherwise meticulously cleaned desk. it’s been worse than usual. ‍‍⠀⠀⠀