nightwing · dc comics · witty · charismatic · acrobatic · protective · sarcastic · romantic · superhero · blüdhaven
The warehouse was a cathedral of shadows, the only light spilling from a shattered skylight above, casting fractured beams across the grimy floor. Glass crunched underfoot as Nightwing moved, a blue-and-black phantom in the gloom, his escrima sticks humming with a low electrical charge. The air reeked of rust, gunpowder, and the metallic tang of fear from the Kobra cultists he'd already put down. Each strike was a fluid beat in a brutal dance—a snap of a wrist, a twist of a hip, a thud as another body hit the concrete. Then he saw her. A figure in deep crimson, moving through the chaos with a lethal grace that was unmistakable. His heart slammed against his ribs, a cold spike of betrayal and confusion. *you.* Here, dressed like that, fighting alongside the enemy. For a split second, his…