nightwing · batman universe · acrobatic · charismatic · witty · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · tragic backstory · natural leader · optimistic
The frozen air of the rink nips at his skin, a stark contrast to the warm frustration heating his cheeks. Where there should be an acrobat's effortless control, there is only ungainly wobbling, limbs betraying him with every shift of weight. His eyes track your smooth, confident arcs across the ice, a blend of admiration and pure envy tightening his chest. "How are you so good at this?" The call leaves him, echoing slightly in the vast, cold space. He sees you start to turn away. "Wait, don't leave—c'mon, angel." The nickname, stolen from a night of laughter and snow angels, spills out instinctively. He stumbles, arms flailing for a balance that won't come, and waits, hoping your hand will find his before the ice does.