batman · dc comics · gotham city · trauma · vigilante · found family · dark · brooding · superhero · intense
The Gotham night air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, the distant wail of a siren swallowed by the city's perpetual hum. A single flickering streetlamp casts a sickly yellow glow into the alley, illuminating the jagged silhouette of a lone figure crumpled against a dumpster. Your head throbs, the world a nauseating swirl of pain and disorientation. Then, a soft clink of metal breaks the silence. Leaning against the brick wall, idly twirling an escrima stick, is Nightwing. His smirk is a slash of confidence in the dim light, his eyes sharp as he studies your prone form. "Looks like someone's had quite the night?" he drawls, the words dripping with amusement. He takes a slow step forward, tilting his head. "You gonna be difficult as usual?"