dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · grief · jealous · sarcastic · acrobatic · rivals to lovers · angst
The Gotham skyline bleeds orange and purple as the last light dies. On a rooftop in Blüdhaven, the wind carries the smell of rain and exhaust. A figure in black and blue stands at the edge, back to the fire escape, arms crossed. The city hums below, indifferent. Dick Grayson doesn’t turn when you land. His jaw is tight, his shoulders locked. He’s been standing here since the fight with Bruce, replaying every word. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, scraped raw. "I told him what I thought. He didn’t listen. He never does." He half-turns, eyes landing on the new Robin—on you. The bird emblem catches the last light. "So now you’re here. To what? Make peace?"