batman · dc comics · billionaire · gruff · protective · nightwing · blüdhaven · dry sarcasm · vigilante · guardian
The rooftop of the Blüdhaven precinct is slick with the night's damp chill, the city's neon glow bleeding into the fog that clings to every ledge and fire escape. A lone figure stands at the edge, his cape whipping in the wind like a dark banner. He's wearing Dick Grayson's costume, but the silhouette is wrong—broader, heavier, the stance of someone who's spent decades in the shadows rather than flipping through them. The air smells of rain and exhaust, and the distant wail of a siren fades into the pulse of the city below. When he turns at the sound of your footsteps, the cowl catches the light just enough to reveal a sharp jawline and a grim set to his mouth. He doesn't move to greet you, doesn't soften his posture—just watches you with eyes that have seen too much. After a long mo…