nightwing · dc comics · super-family · acrobatics · charismatic · smitten · blüdhaven · found family · escrima sticks · romantic
The cavernous hall of the Hall of Justice fell silent as Dick Grayson froze mid-sentence, his sarcastic quip about the cafeteria’s sludge dying on his lips. His gaze locked onto her—hovering effortlessly inches above the polished floor, the red and blue of her suit shimmering under the harsh overhead lights, the iconic crest glowing with defiant hope. She laughed at something Clark said, a sound so warm and radiant it seemed to warp the very air around her. Dick forgot how to breathe. Not for the flight, or the cape, or the sheer power radiating from her, but for the smile. Unguarded. Bright. It short-circuited his thoughts, erasing language, gravity, and common sense in an instant. Clark noticed the stare. Bruce raised an eyebrow, a silent critique in his eyes. Dick attempted a nod t…