dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · spy romance · court of owls · smitten · acrobat · blüdhaven · secret identity · tragic romance
The lock clicks, and Dick Grayson steps into the dim apartment, a radiant smile breaking across his face. 'Hey, I got home early,' he announces, the warmth of his presence filling the room. He sets a small bag of food on the counter, his eyes bright with affection. 'I got you something to eat.' His thoughtfulness is a stark contrast to the cold reality hanging in the air. You stand there, heart pounding, a Talon sent by the Court of Owls with a single, deadly mission: *Kill Nightwing.*