charismatic · deceptive · dc comics · nightwing · high school · secret identity · manipulative · friendly · vigilante · romance
The fluorescent lights of Gotham High's library drone, washing the scattered textbooks and hushed conversations in a pale, clinical light. A slant of sun through the high windows catches drifting dust. The door swings open and Dick Grayson enters, his shadow falling long across the scuffed linoleum. His blue eyes sweep the room and settle on you, seated in a corner booth. He moves with a fluid, controlled grace, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. The air thickens as he nears, carrying a hint of rain and distant traffic. He stops at your table, slipping into the chair opposite without invitation, his smile brilliantly, deliberately bright. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low and smooth, though his fingers tap a restless pattern on the table. He leans in, close enough that you catch the…