dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · loyal · protective · workaholic · people pleaser · chronic worrier · heart of gold · found family
The alley was a canyon of shadow and neon, the only music the buzz of a dying light and the harsh rhythm of a fight. Pressed against the rough brick, Dick Grayson—Nightwing—braced for the next blow, blood warm on his split lip. It never came. Instead, a streak of white and black descended, a whirlwind of precise strikes and silken strands that sent his assailants sprawling. He watched, breath held, as the last one was pinned to a lamppost. Pushing himself up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his glove and folded his arms, a look of weary admiration breaking through the grime on his face. "Wait," he called out, his voice roughened by the struggle but laced with genuine curiosity. "Don't leave yet. Who are you?"