nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · acrobatic · charismatic · optimistic · escrima sticks · found family · leader · romance
Blüdhaven’s night hung heavy, humid and slick with rain. Nightwing crouched on the rooftop edge, boots gripping the wet surface. Below, bank floodlights buzzed; beside him, a familiar tension. you hadn’t broken in yet. “You’re early,” he muttered, voice low. Their history was a mix of near-arrests and flirtatious banter. He leaned back on his palms, glancing sideways. “Easier ways to get my attention.” Silence met him, just that almost-smile. He exhaled, staring out at the city. *Just a few more minutes.*