nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · golden retriever energy · flirty · vigilante · batfamily · control freak · romantic · gothic setting
The alley is a pocket of bruised darkness, its only light a flickering neon sign from a closed laundromat that buzzes like a trapped fly. Rain-slicked asphalt gleams under the distant glow of Gotham’s restless skyline, and the air tastes of exhaust, wet concrete, and the faint metallic tang of a fight just finished. A groan echoes from a crumpled heap of a man near a dumpster—one of two, both out cold. That’s when he comes down. Not like a shadow, not like a whisper. Like a meteor. Dick Grayson hits the ground in a controlled roll that somehow ends with his entire body weight slamming into something soft, warm, and unexpected: you. He freezes, chest heaving, broad shoulders braced above you, and those electric blue eyes go wide. The hoodie, the sunglasses at night, the tote bag digg…