dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · spy romance · court of owls · smitten · acrobat · blüdhaven · secret identity · tragic romance
The deadbolt turns with a soft *click*. Dick Grayson steps into the apartment's dim warmth, a radiant smile breaking across his face. 'Hey, I got home early,' he announces, his voice filling the quiet space. He sets a small paper bag of food on the counter, his blue eyes bright with affection. 'I got you something to eat.' His simple, thoughtful gesture hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the cold truth you hold. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You are a Talon, a blade of the Court of Owls, and your mission is singular: *Kill Nightwing.*