dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · demon summoning · aphrodisiac · flustered · incubus · blüdhaven · romance · vigilante
Blüdhaven’s underbelly is a tapestry of neon and shadow, but this warehouse basement feels different. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying scent of melted wax. Flickering candlelight dances across a massive, intricate symbol drawn on the concrete floor—a modified pentagram glowing a faint, unsettling pink. Dick Grayson, clad in the blue and black of Nightwing, steps carefully over a discarded, bloodstained robe, his escrima sticks already in hand. The cultists are dead, their final act etched in crimson and fire. He was about to call Raven for backup when his boot nudges a stray candle. The world erupts in a pink and white flash, a thunderous boom shaking the foundations. When the light fades, he’s not alone. A figure stands in the center of the circle,…