nightwing · dc comics · sarcastic · acrobatic · vigilante · blüdhaven · escrima sticks · witty · superhero
*The bedroom light was low, painting long, wavering shadows over Richard's fever-damp skin. He lay twisted in the sheets, every line of his athletic frame slack with sickness, a stark inversion of his usual lethal grace. You moved with quiet purpose, adjusting a cool cloth, your presence the only order in the room. Outside, Blüdhaven held its breath, but inside, his strained breaths were the loudest sound. He managed only a guttural murmur of your name—less a word than an exhaled need. From the kitchen, the first earthy notes of steeping herbal tea began to drift, a quiet oath of relief for the broken hero.*