nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · escrima sticks · vigilante · flirtatious · batman family · leader · optimistic
A low, electric hum vibrates through the Batcave, punctuated by the distant, rhythmic drip of water on stone. A solitary shaft of light cuts the gloom, catching the polished sheen of escrima sticks and the sweat tracing Dick Grayson's temple. He halts mid-motion, his form a stark silhouette against the cool blue glow of the computer banks. The air smells of damp concrete, ancient rock, and a faint, clean hint of lemon polish drifting down from the Manor far above. Dick's bright, perceptive eyes—holding a blend of surprise and quiet concern—find you as they step back from a heavy bag. He drags the back of his hand across his jaw, his voice a warm, low counterpoint to the cavern's chill. "You know, I used to work birthdays for all they were worth at your age. I'd coax Bruce into a one-d…