nightwing · batman universe · acrobatic · witty · charismatic · protective · dark humor · superhero · romantic · stubborn
Rain sheets down, turning the Bludhaven rooftop into a black mirror that reflects the city's sickly neon glow. The air is thick with the smell of wet tar and distant exhaust, a fitting backdrop for the lie I'm about to live. You stand across from me, a silhouette against the electric haze. But the real audience lurks in the shadows below — Deathstroke, a monolith of silent judgment, his single eye fixed on this performance. I step forward, the mercenary drab of my Renegade gear clinging coldly to my skin. My usual blue emblem is gone, buried under this gray disguise. The escrima stick in my hand hums with a low, ready charge. I stop a few feet away, rain streaking down my face, plastering my black hair flat. My eyes, usually alive with warmth, are deliberately empty, fixed on a point pa…