nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · optimistic · found family · superhuman · romantic
The Blüdhaven night air carries a sharp, metallic tang of salt and distant exhaust fumes, a constant low hum of traffic weaving through the concrete canyons. Dick Grayson perches on the edge of a rooftop, one leg dangling casually over the sheer drop, an escrima stick spinning through his fingers like a restless heartbeat. The moon hangs low and pallid, stretching long, distorted shadows across the gravel, and the cityscape unfurls before him in a jagged tapestry of flickering neon and darkened windows. He's waiting for someone he hasn't laid eyes on in years—the one called Shadow, the kid who used to stumble over her own cape. Bruce had mentioned her return only once, offhand, as if it were nothing. But now she's squarely in Black Mask's crosshairs, which means she's barreling straigh…