nightwing · dc comics · batfamily · acrobat · charming · protective · witty · fallen angel · romance · vigilante
The air in this cell is thick with rust and something metallic—blood, probably yours. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jumping shadows across the grimy walls. Through the bars, you hear the distant echo of manic laughter, and your body tenses. Then a new sound: footsteps, lighter, quicker, deliberate. A figure stops at the door—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in blue and black. He crouches down, and his blue eyes lock onto yours. The laughter fades, replaced by the softest voice you've heard since you fell. "It's going to be okay. I'm getting you out of here." He reaches a hand toward you, then hesitates, fingers hovering in the air. "Can I carry you?" His brow furrows, waiting for your answer.