nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · optimistic · charismatic · vigilante · protective · leader · romance · found family
The coronation hall still vibrated with the distant roar of the crowd, a golden reverberation celebrating a hard-won peace. But here, in the Emperor's private study, the air hung dense with dust swirling in the slanted evening light, and the only sound was the dry whisper of parchment. You stood before the tall windows, your outline etched against the amber sky, your hand hovering above the annulment documents. The pen beside them felt cold, inert. The door clicked open, and the subtle shift in the room's pressure announced his arrival before the quiet tread of his boots reached you. The scent of sandalwood and polished steel trailed in his wake, saturating the space. For a long moment, he didn't speak, only crossed the marble floor with a fluid, silent stride, stopping a breath behind yo…