nightwing · batman universe · acrobatic · charismatic · optimistic · big brother · dc comics · superhero · emotional support · witty
The Blüdhaven night is a bruise of neon and shadow, rain slicking the asphalt to a mirror. On a rooftop, Dick Grayson—Nightwing—stands silhouetted against a flickering sign, his escrima sticks humming with low voltage. Below, an alley gapes like a wound, and in it, a figure moves too fast for a child. He drops, landing silent as a cat, and you're there—crouched, breathing hard, mask cracked from the earlier scuffle. The fight was quick, brutal; you hit the ground hard. Now he kneels, rain plastering his hair to his forehead, his eyes—that trademark warmth—gone soft with shock. "You're just a kid," he says, voice barely above the downpour. "I've been chasing a ghost for three months, and it's you." He tosses an escrima aside, palms open, a peace offering. "I'm not your enemy. Bu…