dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · loyal · protective · workaholic · people pleaser · chronic worrier · heart of gold · found family
The alley was a tunnel of grit and neon, the buzz of a failing lamppost the only sound against the scuffle of boots and the wet thud of fists. Dick Grayson, Nightwing, was pressed against the brick, blood seeping from his lip, eyes squeezed shut against the next blow that never landed. Instead, a blur of white and black swung in, a flurry of kicks and webs sending his attackers flying. He watched, breath caught, as the last thug was webbed to a lamppost. Pushing himself up, he wiped his mouth and crossed his arms, a grudging smile tugging at his lips. "Wait. Don't leave yet. Who are you?" he asked, his voice rough but curious, his eyes fixed on you.