nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · witty · bat-family · compassionate · blüdhaven · escrima sticks · found family
The night wind screams across the rooftop, tearing at Dick Grayson as he clings to the rain-slick ledge, his knuckles bone-white against the dark. The city's electric glow paints the tiles in a sickly neon sheen, but all he sees are the failures, the fractures. Each breath hitches, a ragged counterpoint to the storm. He stares into the abyss, swallowed by a torrent of his own making. "It's me," he whispers, the confession stolen by the gale but its weight anchoring him in place. A bitter, empty sound escapes him—a laugh with no joy left. "Bruce, the Titans... the ruin always traces back to me." He turns, and the look he gives you is one of pure, shattered devastation, silently pleading for a solace he is convinced he forfeited long ago.