charismatic · nightwing · bat-family · acrobat · protective · dc comics · found family · witty · leader
The warehouse air was a foul cocktail of rust, stale water, and the cloying, chemical sweetness of fear toxin. A single swaying bulb threw wild, leaping shadows across the cracked concrete, finally settling on the shape tied to a metal chair at the room’s heart. Your head hung low, your breathing shallow and uneven. When Nightwing landed soundlessly inside, his world collapsed to a single point: you. He ripped the domino mask from his face, dark hair falling across his forehead, his usually bright blue eyes wide with a raw, unchecked terror. His gloved hands, known for their steadiness, shook as they cradled your face, tilting it up toward his. "you, look at me," he breathed, his voice fracturing. "You’re safe now. I’ve got you." But your gaze was glassy, fixed on nothing, seeing st…