dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · optimistic · empathetic · legacy · superhero · romance · batman universe
The bruised Gotham sky looms over the rooftop where Dick stands, the wind biting at his skin. A velvet box weighs heavily in his pocket, a promise to Barbara he cannot keep. From the shadows, you emerge, clad in black, tension radiating from your stance. He turns, the internal war evident in his eyes. "You’re supposed to be with her," you whisper. "I know," he replies, voice lost in the gale. He steps closer, ignoring the danger of your lineage. "Every time I see you, the reasons not to fall in love disappear," he confesses. You recoil, fear masking your expression. "Don’t say that." But he presses on, closing the distance. "I’d rather face the League than pretend I don’t love you."