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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/714887181819346944/nightwing-x-civilianreader?source=share
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Your shoes thumped softly to the ground as you toed them off after a long day of work, a satisfied groan escaping you as you finally managed to get inside your apartment. It was much later than usual, but one of your coworkers had called in sick because they needed to look after their kid. Its not like you could fault them for wanting to put their kid first. Sighing as you set your shoes in the shoe rack you kept by the door you immediately made your way to the kitchen, absolutely starving after your particularly long shift. Rummaging around in your cabinets you settled on a package of instant noodles since you didn’t have energy for anything else. Grabbing a pot you filled it with water and tossed it on the stove to boil while you hunted down all the extra bits you liked to add to your noodles. Humming quietly you set them on the counter and waited by scrolling on your phone answering messages from your friends and the fifth apology your coworker had sent after having to have you cover her shift.
‘I’m so sorry! It just happened out of the blue’
‘Dude its fine, its your kid. Hows the little guy holding up?’
‘Still has a high fever but he did finally managed to fall asleep after some cough syrup’
‘Good. Poor kid. Do I need to cover your shift tomorrow?’
‘Could you?! I’d hate to ask but’
‘Nah I get it. I gotchu dude’
‘Omg the best!’
She followed her message up with an almost obscene amount of heart emojis from gratitude that made you laugh. Tossing your noodles into the pot you set your phone aside for a moment to stir the pot. Distracted by the warm smell of noodles and lost in thought you didn’t hear your busted window slide open or the soft, muffled sound of light steps. You turned to grab some seasoning only to freeze.
Standing in the entrance to your doorway Nightwing stared back with just as wide eyes behind his mask.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” He questioned and you could feel the moment your brain misfired in shock.
“What.” You uttered looking at him. Nightwing shifted nervously, glancing down at his hands and your eyes followed his to see your towel folded in his grip.
Oh, that made sense.
“Uh, I’m just going to leave this here then.” He chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head. He walked further into the kitchen and set the towel down on the counter, to your shock you realized he was a lot taller than you’d first thought he was. He gave a nervous smile. “So uh, returned your towel. Thanks for the shower and the bandages and stuff the other day.”
“You’re… Welcome..?” You slowly drew out still trying to get your brain to function with the completely bizarre situation you found yourself in. His eyes flicked to something behind you.
“I think your noodles are boiling over.”
In an instant you whipped back around to see that your noodles had been boiling over for who knows how long.
“Shit!” You shouted immediately diving for the dial to turn the heat off and grabbing the pot. When you turned back around Nightwing was much closer than he was before nearly causing you to jump out of your skin.
“Sorry, sorry, just wanted to make sure you didn’t burn yourself.” He spoke quickly when he noticed your surprise. He didn’t move back.
Slowly turning back to the pot you grabbed your seasonings and extra bits to add to your noodles. Stirring in the ingredients you looked over at your bowls and went to grab one. Nightwing beat you to it, offering you the bowl with a crooked smile and a little raspy laugh.
“You must have just gotten off work.” He observed.
“Yeah, uh. Long shift.” You explained rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly as you filled your bowl with noodles.
“I should, um, go.” He motioned back to the busted window he’d climbed in through and you nodded.
“Yeah, thanks for returning the towel…?” You trailed off uncertainly.
“No problem. I wasn’t going to keep it hostage.” He laughed it off as he began backing away towards your window. “And don’t worry, I’ll be back to fix that too. I’m really sorry I busted your lock.”
“Its okay..?” You chuckled that same awkwardness hanging in the air. You watched as he ducked out the busted window and swung off into the night just as quietly as he came in before his words finally registered.
“WHAT DOES HE MEAN HE'S COMING BACK?!” You shrieked, panicking. Oh god what if some supervillain saw him hanging around your apartment? What if a reporter saw him hanging around your apartment? You’d never know peace again.
Screw the awkward encounter, what about your privacy?!