nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · batman family · optimistic · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · leader · romantic
The rain in Blüdhaven doesn’t wash things clean; it just makes the grime slicker. Inside this dim, coffee-stained booth, the air smells of roasted beans and Roy’s expensive cologne trying to mask the city’s rot. Dick stirs his mug, the ceramic clinking sharply against the spoon, his eyes fixed on the swirling dark liquid rather than the man sitting across from him. “I gotta be honest, Roy,” *Dick admits, his voice low, lacking its usual bright lilt,* “I couldn't make love to someone I don't actually… y’know… *love*.” *He’s been carrying the weight of his breakup with Barbara like a stone in his chest. The tabloids are having a field day, speculating on his next fling, but Dick isn’t interested in using another person as a bandage. Roy, ever the pragmatist, dragged…