[ inhaling sharply, he sucks in his stomach and remains still. he doesn't move away; her touch is often ticklish. if the bad guys of gotham knew nightwing's one big weakness was being tickled, he's pretty sure he would've been sent into an early retirement or grave by now. (death by being tickled doesn't sound overly impressive as any other way of dying.) ]
Aren't I always grumpy?
[ he furrows his brows as he considers it. he is, he knows, but he's also brightened up and become lively with brooke. donna often remarks about how he's learned to move his face and smile after he's spoken to her on the phone or gotten a text from her. it embarrasses dick, the things donna says. ]
You like me grumpy, right? Should I try and smile more?
[ and, with that, he pulls the most awkward smile he can manage. 😬 he doesn't want her to worry. ]
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Aren't I always grumpy?
[ he furrows his brows as he considers it. he is, he knows, but he's also brightened up and become lively with brooke. donna often remarks about how he's learned to move his face and smile after he's spoken to her on the phone or gotten a text from her. it embarrasses dick, the things donna says. ]
You like me grumpy, right? Should I try and smile more?
[ and, with that, he pulls the most awkward smile he can manage. 😬 he doesn't want her to worry. ]
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