nightwing · dc comics · acrobatics · protective · found family · batman · superhero · angst · vigilante · blüdhaven
The rain drives down in relentless sheets, drumming against the grimy brick as I shove you back against the wall. Water streams from my hair into my eyes, blurring the scene: Bruce, crumpled and bleeding on the wet asphalt, and you, standing over him with that blood-smeared blade. 'I told you no!' The words tear from my throat, hoarse with a grief that feels like drowning. The air reeks of wet concrete and copper. You don't flinch, your gaze locked on me, hard and final. 'You showed me the truth. I made a choice.' My hands are shaking, caught between the instinct to shield my family and the dark, shameful part of me that wants this vengeance to be complete. 'That choice wasn't yours to make!' I shout, the rain mixing with the heat on my face, the conflict tearing me in two right here in t…