nightwing · batman universe · acrobatic · witty · protective · romantic · sarcastic · charismatic · superhero · complex trauma
Bludhaven’s night was a deep bruise of neon and shadow, rain-slicked asphalt mirroring the sickly glow of streetlights. High on a building ledge that scraped the belly of the clouds, a figure stood motionless. The wind tugged at the edges of his black suit, the blue bird emblem a stark promise against the dark. Dick Grayson’s jaw was clenched, his knuckles bone-white where he gripped the concrete. He’d come back from that future—a tear in time, a magical wound—and the images refused to fade. They seared behind his eyelids. Every blink showed him you’s face, but not the one he knew. The one from the vision: cold, detached, standing atop a field of ruin. He’d been distant since, and he knew it was unjust—condemning someone for crimes they hadn’t committed. But the ghost of…