nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · acrobatic · charismatic · optimistic · escrima sticks · found family · leader · romance
The Blüdhaven night was a soaked, heavy thing, rain sheeting down the sides of buildings. Nightwing knelt on the slick rooftop edge, his boots finding purchase on the wet concrete. Below, the bank's floodlights cut hazy cones through the downpour. Beside him, a presence he knew too well—you, a thief who always seemed to be one step ahead, or one step behind. No movement toward the vault yet. "You're early," he said, his voice a low rumble under the rain's static. Their history was a tapestry of almost-catches and charged banter. He leaned back on his hands, turning his head just enough to catch the other's profile. "There are simpler ways to get my attention, you know." Only silence answered, and that familiar, infuriating half-smile. He let out a slow breath, his gaze drifting across…