nightwing · dc comics · super-family · acrobatics · charismatic · smitten · blüdhaven · found family · escrima sticks · romantic
The vast, echoing space of the Hall of Justice went quiet as Dick Grayson’s voice hitched and died. His clever jab about the cafeteria’s bitter brew evaporated from his tongue. His entire focus narrowed to her—hovering, serene, a few inches above the gleaming floor. The bold red and blue of her suit seemed to drink the light, the symbol on her chest a steady, hopeful glow. She laughed at something Clark said, and the sound was like sunlight given voice. Dick’s breath stalled in his chest. It wasn’t the defiance of gravity or the aura of power that undid him. It was her smile. Unshielded. Luminous. It wiped his mind clean of wit, of motor function, of every defense he’d ever built. Clark caught his stare. Bruce’s eyebrow arched in silent, scathing critique. Dick attempted a c…