You lean into Dick, your eyes fluttering shut as he holds you. The lights of Gotham glitter beneath you both, the tall skyscrapers towering around you and Dick like jagged monoliths, the lights stark against the low hanging clouds which are faint wisps in the dark sky.

You and Dick are hidden up here, sat on the roof of a high rise building, the wind cold but his warmth is enough to shield you from it, his arms around you as you sit between his legs, his firm chest at your back and his chin resting on your shoulder.

“They look like ants,” Dick murmurs as he gazes at the thousands of Gothamites below, unknowing that they’re being watched from above, walking and living their lives, the streets pulsing with lights from the streetlights and cars weaving through, the sound of sirens echoing intermittently, mingling with the hum of the traffic below.

The rooftop reveals the city’s heartbeat: chaotic, restless, yet alive with its own grim allure. Beneath the darkened sky, Gotham is a maze and you and Dick sit atop, witness to it all, his arms wrapped around you. In his arms, it feels like a rare moment of peace, a moment to just breathe, to just sit quietly and watch the city lights.

“It’s crazy to me sometimes,” he continues quietly, fingers brushing over your arm, absently stroking over your pulse without really thinking about it, feeling the life thrum under your skin, the reminder you’re so beautifully alive. “That this is my life. Gotham, the BVPD, you, wearing the Nightwing emblem every night.”

Dick’s voice is gentle and soft in your ear, not his usual boisterous tone, something more quiet, more contemplative and it makes your heart throb, listening to your boyfriend’s soft musings as you gaze at the shadows and lights of the city you both love.

“Nights like these,” Dick murmurs as his thumb brushes over your palm and brings it up to press a gentle kiss to your wrist, breathing in the scent of your skin. “Just make me remember why I’m okay with it being tough sometimes.”