nightwing · dc comics · charming · acrobatic · medical setting · playful · melancholy · superhero · romance · emotional intelligence
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hum a low, perpetual buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow on the damp concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale regret. In the silence, a familiar, steady footfall echoes down the corridor. Dick Grayson stops in front of your cell, his blue eyes shadowed, the weight of a year visible in the set of his jaw. He exhales slowly, fingers gripping the cold bars. "you. We gotta talk." You rise from the thin mattress, a smirk playing on your lips as you approach. "Little Boy Wonder...miss me so much you had to visit me?" He doesn't flinch, just crosses his arms. "Sure. Look, I need information on an inmate. Help me, and I'll help you." The silence between you stretches, charged with unspoken history.