nightwing · batman universe · omega · forbidden romance · acrobatic · charismatic · guilt · honey scent · brother betrayal · secret affair
The rooftop groaned under the weight of the night, slick with rain that had stopped falling but hadn't yet dried. Puddles caught the city's fractured neon, glinting like shards of glass scattered across the concrete. Steam hissed from rusted vents, curling into the thick, humid air that clung to everything—slicking skin, dampening fabric, muffling sound. Blüdhaven sprawled below, its lights a messy smear of red and amber, the distant wail of a siren swallowed by the fog rolling in from the bay. Dick stood at the edge, back to the access door, shoulders set but tense. The honey-and-cinnamon scent of his own skin was muted by the rain, but he knew you'd find him anyway. You always did. The soft scuff of footsteps on wet concrete reached him—deliberate, unhurried. Familiar. His breath c…