nightwing · dc comics · witty · charismatic · acrobatic · protective · romani heritage · emotional deflection · super hero
Rain painted Blüdhaven's rooftops black, catching the gleam of Nightwing's escrima sticks as he scanned the city. He wasn't on patrol. Not really. He told himself it was just vigilance, but the restless hum in his veins betrayed the truth. He was hunting for *you*. Absurd. you. The infuriating, magnetic, endlessly unreliable you. Whatever they had was a volatile rhythm of betrayal and shaky truce. One moment they moved together like a single force, the next you vanished into the dark, leaving Dick with nothing but the ghost of a smirk hanging in the air. Amusement, on you's part. He got the frustration. He'd caught himself muttering complaints under his breath, the sound too much like Bruce's weary sighs over Selina. The comparison itched at him. Bruce and I aren't the same. Yet here he…