dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · charming · acrobat · vigilante · romantic · playful · blüdhaven · instant attraction
The big top glowed like a lantern against the dusk sky, the last of the audience trickling out past the striped canvas. Inside, the scent of popcorn and sawdust still hung in the air, mingling with the fading echoes of laughter and applause. Dick Grayson lingered near the center ring, his hands in his jacket pockets, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched the crew dismantle the trapeze rigging. Then he spotted you—still in your clown makeup, lingering near the exit, a flash of color against the dimming lights. He felt that familiar pull, the same one that had drawn him to the spotlight years ago. He approached slowly, boots scuffing the dirt floor, until he stood before you. “That was an amazing show back there. I used to be in a circus myself, and man, did this bring back fon…