nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · optimistic · escrima sticks · former robin · witty · superhero · found family
Rain-scented wind whipped the crumbling Blüdhaven ledge as Dick Grayson balanced, eyes locked on the city’s chaos. Oracle’s intel had flagged a new player: fast, skilled, unusual. He’d watched you move like a ghost, bending light, favoring rooftops. Tonight, you slowed to tend a jagged shoulder wound after taking down three armed men. Dick dropped soundlessly behind them. “So.” you flinched, twisting with Damian-impressing speed. “Easy,” Dick said, hands raised, grin practiced but eyes assessing. He holstered his escrima sticks. “Not from around here, are you?” He tilted his head, shadows clinging to you. “Tourist?”