(A/N)- Predictably this one was my favorite of this year's prompts.
Welcome to part two of "I'll give myself everything I want that DC won't". That's right, more self-indulgent fluff!
Enjoy lovelies!
Disclaimer: Ha ha ha! *cries*
RobStar Week 2021, Day 5 - Home
His cable line swished softly through the wide palm leaves as he set feet down on the front porch. The wood creaked under his boots. Nightwing released the tension, allowing his grapple line to wind back into its casing, and stretched out his arms, working out the kinks before stowing his gadget.
His hand flipped open a different pouch in his belt, fingers searching a moment, before producing a very ordinary-looking housekey.
He fit the key into the lock of the front door and turned it with a gentle click, carefully swinging the door open.
The early morning predawn light gathering behind him slanted across the floor, illuminating the homey interior, the crisp white-wicker chairs of the living room, the plush cushions, the mounted Tamaranian blades on the wall.
Nightwing gave a contented sigh as he shut the door, undoing his utility belt and hanging it and his key on the hooks next to the doorframe. He pulled off his boots and set them off to the side, then crossed the room to the staircase, snagging an orange from the fruit bowl on the kitchen bar as he passed.
He peeled it idly with his fingers as his feet made soft crunches on the carpeted steps. The staircase opened to a wide landing with a pair of hallways; he stopped first in the bathroom on the near right, turning on the faucet and splashing his face to wipe off the grime and sweat of the night.
He deposited the orange peel in the roots of the potted snarful plant on the counter before stepping back out and making his way towards the bedrooms.
He paused at the first doorway, leaning against the frame and looking in with a fond expression. A pair of dark-haired heads were peeking out of the quilted blankets atop the guest bed, a plastic bowl of popcorn on the nightstand and the slowly spinning screensaver on the screen of the TV on the dresser indicating they'd fallen asleep watching a movie.
Nightwing smiled warmly, drinking in the sight. The white chiffon curtains fluttered slightly in the ocean breeze drifting in from the wide east windows, and he could just barely see the sun beginning to come up over the horizon.
He munched on his orange as he proceeded on down the hall, slipping quietly into the master bedroom.
Kory stirred a little as he opened the door, murmuring softly from her place sprawled across the bed, red hair spread on the pillow, her robe half-fastened and her slinky nightdress askew. Nightwing swallowed his pieces of orange and peeled off his mask and shirt, grinning as he slipped under the covers to join her.
She gave a happy purr, shifting to face him and curling her arms around his bare back, her skin warm against his.
"You are late," she said in a murmur.
"Bit of a problem with the local gangbangers down at the cannery," he explained. "They'd hired some extra muscle. Super-strong, very grumpy." He shrugged. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
She chuckled, pressing a kiss to his nose and snuggling into him. "Any injuries?" she asked.
"Minor cuts here and there. Some bruising."
"I will attend to them once I have showered and sunbathed," she promised. "Will you require much sleep?"
Sleep was sounding very good right now, actually, he thought, winding his fingers into her hair and feeling the soft pillow and cool sheets lulling him, his eyelids drooping.
"Couple hours," he said, fighting back a yawn. "Then I'll be good. Kids'll be up soon, don't let them get breakfast without me. I promised to make them waffles."
Smooth orange legs entwined around his. "I will wake you when it is time," she whispered against his neck.
Dick relaxed, letting the tension ease out of his body, letting the distant sound of the waves fill his head with steady white noise. The soft bamboo sheets were lighter than the heavy cottons of his room in Wayne Manor, more comfortable than the utilitarian linen of his bed at Titans Tower. He would always have a place there, he knew, but this? This was where he truly belonged.
In the arms of his wife, with the sea breeze drifting in through the windows, whispering gentle promises of a sunny morning, he fell quickly fast asleep.
(A/N)- Florida Man Grayson supremacy, bitches. C'mon, a tropical setting is perfect for the DickKory family.