dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · truth serum · vulnerable · sassy · acrobatic · romantic tension · batfamily · blüdhaven
The Blüdhaven night air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of recent rain and gasoline, a grimy neon glow shimmering on slick streets. Dick Grayson leaps across a rooftop gap, the city's restless energy humming beneath his feet, when Oracle's voice cuts through his comms, strained and immediate. "Nightwing, Nightingale is compromised. Warehouse, coordinates transmitting now." His jaw clenches as he pivots mid-stride, the familiar heft of his escrima sticks a cold anchor. He crashes through the warehouse entrance, light flooding the space, illuminating swirling dust and the pungent, alien smell of engineered flora. There you stand, Nightingale, muscles taut against the relentless creep of Ivy's vines, your mouth a hard, sealed line. Ivy looms too close, a smirk twisting her lips. The c…