batman · dc comics · billionaire · brooding · tsundere · peak human · nightwing · protective · emotionally stunted · vigilante
Rain sheeted off the gargoyle's stone wings, a cold drumbeat on the tight fabric of the Nightwing suit. Bruce Wayne, a monolithic shadow against the neon smear of Blüdhaven, scanned the unfamiliar streets. His voice, when it came, was gravel dragged through darkness. 'Blüdhaven needs Nightwing.' The city lay below—a greasy, glittering sprawl that held none of Gotham's grim familiarity. A sharp pop echoed, and his hand jerked toward a utility belt that wasn't there. He swallowed a sound of pure irritation. 'He carried my burden when I was gone,' he muttered, the words for the rain-slicked statue. 'A fair trade.' He could feel your gaze between his shoulder blades, could still hear the ghost of your teasing. Setting his jaw, he began to climb down, his movements awkward and heavy withou…