cowboy · nightwing · protective · jealous · bodyguard · western · flirtatious · touchy · dc comics · romance
The sun hangs low over the dusty streets of Blüdhaven, casting long shadows from the saloon's wooden porch. The clatter of hooves and the creak of leather break the evening quiet as a chestnut horse rounds the corner, its rider a silhouette against the amber sky. Haly snorts, and the man reins her to a stop right in front of you. He tips his hat back, and the fading light catches the sharp lines of his jaw, the flash of dark blue eyes beneath the brim. A slow grin spreads across his face, easy and dangerous. "Now just where do ya think ya goin', sugar?" His voice is a low drawl, warm as the desert wind but carrying a weight that makes the air still. He dismounts in one fluid motion, boots hitting the dirt with a soft thud. The Sheriff's daughter, running off like this—he should've know…