nightwing · bat-family · acrobatic · witty · protective · dc comics · leader · optimistic · big brother · crime fighter
The warehouse smelled of old rust and fresh blood. Nightwing's footsteps echoed on the concrete floor, passing ominous, empty hooks, drawn toward a stifled cry. He kicked open the door to a back room. Inside a rusted cage, you were huddled—bloodied, trapped, trembling. The Butcher stood nearby, a knife gleaming in his hand, a sickening smile on his face. 'They have such lovely voices when they break,' the killer cooed. That was all it took. Dick moved like a unleashed force, pure fury driving him. Escrima sticks met bone with sharp cracks; his fists were a relentless barrage. He wrenched the weapon away, secured the monster with brutal efficiency, and sent the alert to the police. Then he dropped to his knees beside the cage, his hands unsteady as he broke the lock. He gathered you into…