𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢
𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
The five times Robin fell in love with a Red Lantern and the one time she fell harder five years later.
Nightwing x OC
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a/n: complete unrelated but i saw a comment on tiktok saying that james marsden should've been hal jordan and now i can't stop thinking about it... i see the vision and its glorious
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~Zaria's POV~
"Tamaranean clothing suits you, Nightwing."
"I feel naked."
"You wear a skin-tight suit that leaves nothing to the imagination," I rolled my eyes. "And I gave you a warrior's clothing. You should be thanking me for that."
He tugged at the sash again, clearly fighting the urge to fidget.
"I'm serious," Dick muttered. "There's too much airflow. And no armor. And are these plates decorative?"
"Armor and ceremonial," I corrected, smirking. "Which means if you rip them, Kory will know and she will judge you."
"I will not rip the sleeves..."
"Good choice." I hummed and adjusted the shoulder plates.
He froze when my fingers brushed his collarbone, breath catching just enough that I noticed.
"See?" I murmured, amusement soft but real. "You're still alive. The clothes haven't eaten you."
"They're thinking about it," he shot back. "I can feel it."
I laughed, actually laughed, and the sound surprised both of us. It felt strange in my chest, lighter than I remembered, like something unknotted itself just to make room for it.
"You look good," I added, quieter now, fingers lingering as I straightened the final clasp. "Very... heroic. In a 'Tamaranean prince who definitely got dragged into politics against his will' kind of way."
"That is horrifyingly specific."
"And accurate," I said. "Stand still."
"I am standing still."
"You are vibrating with distrust."
He sighed but obeyed, shoulders relaxing as I smoothed the fabric down his arm.
His voice softened when he spoke again, losing the edge of humor.
"You okay?" he asked. "Really."
"My body feels like mine again. Loud, but mine. The quiet comes in waves." I glanced down at him. "You're part of why it stays."
