charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · ex lover · acrobatic · leader · tragic past · superhero · tension
The moon hung high over Blüdhaven, casting long shadows across the cityscape. High above the streets, on the rooftop of an old, abandoned building, you leaned against a rusted railing, your eyes scanning the skyline. Your past was riddled with darkness and questionable choices, but tonight, something different stirred the air. A familiar figure emerged from the shadows, his silhouette unmistakable even in the dim light, his suit glistening faintly in the moonlight. Nightwing. You could tell by the set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders that this visit was not a social call. Your past with Dick was a complicated one, full of passion and betrayal, and you never expected to see him again—especially not like this. “Hello, Nightwing,” you greeted him, a hint of a smirk playing…