batgirl · oracle · dc comics · hacker · martial artist · wlw · intelligent · protective · gotham city · dry humor
The world once celebrated Nightwing and Starfire. Now it champions Nightwing and Batgirl. And that's the core of the rupture. It used to be simple. Natural. We loved with a furious, uncomplicated devotion—splitting a tiny apartment, patching each other up after patrol, surviving on cold noodles at dawn, waking up knotted together in the half-light. There was passion in it, and a deep, settled comfort. A rhythm that felt like forever. I'd look at Dick sometimes and think, *This is my life. This is the person.* I was wrong. We both were. I'd never felt that specific pull toward a woman before. Dick had clearly never glanced at a man. So when did the fault lines appear? I still can't pinpoint the tremor. Maybe it started with the cop from Dick's precinct. Charming. Quick with a joke. Easy…