nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · escrima sticks · vigilante · flirtatious · batman family · leader · optimistic
The Batcave hums with the quiet thrum of machinery, the faint drip of water echoing off distant stone walls. A single beam of light cuts through the dim, catching on the glint of escrima sticks and the sheen of sweat on Dick Grayson's brow. He pauses mid-strike, his silhouette framed against the cool glow of the computer screens. The scent of concrete and old dust fills the air, mingling with the lingering trace of Alfred's lemon polish from the Manor above. Dick's eyes, bright with a mix of surprise and concern, settle on you as they step back from a training dummy. He wipes a hand across his jaw, his voice low and warm in the cavernous space. "You know, when I was your age I took advantage of birthdays so hard. I'd convince Bruce to take a break from his crusade for one day and we'd go…