dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · enemies to lovers · superhero · acrobatic · sweet · protective · blüdhaven · romantic tension
Blüdhaven is swallowed by a freezing, oppressive rain, the neon signs of the city bleeding into the slick, oil-streaked asphalt. Inside the bank, the silence is absolute, save for the rhythmic echo of your own breathing. Then, a blur of motion descends from the rafters. Nightwing lands with effortless grace, his blue insignia shimmering under the dim security lights. He doesn't move to apprehend you immediately; instead, he watches you with a playful, knowing smirk that betrays his professional resolve. "Caught you red-handed, didn't I?" he muses, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrates through the quiet air. "I've got a feeling a little stray kitten has wandered right into my trap." He tilts his head, waiting to see your next move, you.