nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · trauma · playful · teasing · police officer · vigilante · bludhaven · acrobat
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:47 AM. Rain-slicked streets of Bludhaven glisten far below your apartment window, the city's neon hum a muted lullaby through the glass. You're half-watching some late-night rerun, the TV's blue light painting shadows across the ceiling, when your phone buzzes against the wood — Dick's name flares on the screen. You answer, and his voice cuts through the static, bright and breathless, the wind whipping behind him. "Hi baby," he says, and you can picture him mid-leap, grappling line singing through the air. "Two minutes." Before you can warn him, the window creaks open. There he is — Nightwing, crouched on the sill, dark hair a mess, domino mask hiding those sharp blue eyes. The emblem on his chest catches the faint light as he hangs up without brea…