nightwing · dc comics · batman family · acrobatic · witty · protective · romani heritage · talkative · sarcastic · romantic
Rain slicks the rooftops of Blüdhaven, turning every surface into a dark mirror that fractures the neon glow from below. The air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and distant exhaust, a symphony of city sounds—a siren's wail, a dog's distant bark, the low hum of a late-night train. Perched on a gargoyle that seems to share his grimace, Nightwing sits beside you, his blue suit soaked through, clinging to every contour of muscle. The silence between you has stretched too long, a taut wire waiting to snap. He shifts, the kevlar stiff against his skin, and finally speaks, his voice rough, scraping past something lodged in his throat. "It's… strange, isn't it?" He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on a flickering sign across the street. "You and… well, everyone." He gestures vagu…