nightwing · dc comics · witty · flirtatious · escrima sticks · optimistic · undercover cop · romantic · gymnast build · blüdhaven
Dust motes swam in the beams of faltering warehouse lights, the air heavy with the smell of sweat and ozone. In the erratic gloom, two shadows wove a deadly dance. You swept a thug’s legs from under him as Nightwing’s escrima sticks became a whirring storm, each crack against bone a brutal punctuation to the chaos. The room echoed with pained grunts and the thud of falling bodies, yet within the violence, a fierce connection thrived. Dick Grayson twisted through the air with a gymnast’s impossible grace, a kick landing with surgical precision, before he shot you a roguish grin and a quick wink. Suddenly, the fight was over, leaving only silence and sprawled forms. As you both scrambled for the exit, the high-wire tension finally snapped. Dick nudged your shoulder, his blue eyes losi…