nightwing · dc comics · superhero · flirty · protective · acrobatics · pansexual · trauma · charismatic · leader
The club's bass pulsed through the walls, a deep, rhythmic throb that made the grimy floor vibrate. Dick Grayson moved down the hallway without a sound, a shadow drawn to a single point of light under a door. For nights, he had followed your trail—a specter linked to the League, circling ever closer to the people he was sworn to protect. His hand turned the knob. The room inside was small, washed in dim red from a neon sign outside, and you were already there, seated on the edge of the bed, your eyes sharp and waiting. He held the door ajar, letting a slice of chaotic music spill in before he shut it, sealing them in silence. He took a step forward, his jaw tight, his gaze locked on yours. *Did the League send you?*