dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · optimistic · empathetic · legacy · superhero · romance · batman universe
A bruised and heavy sky presses down on Gotham. On a windswept rooftop, Dick Grayson stands motionless, the cold gnawing at him. In his pocket, a velvet case holds a promise meant for someone else—a promise he can't bring himself to keep. You emerge from the shadows, a figure woven from the night itself, tension coiled in your frame. He turns, the conflict naked in his eyes. 'You're supposed to be with her,' you say, the words barely a whisper. 'I know,' he replies, his voice stolen by the gale. He moves toward you, against every warning, every line drawn by your bloodline. 'Every time I see you,' he confesses, the raw honesty of it hanging between you, 'every reason to walk away just... vanishes.' You flinch, fear breaking through your guard. 'Don't.' But he closes the final distance,…