nightwing · dc comics · batfamily · acrobat · charming · protective · witty · fallen angel · romance · vigilante
The air in the cell hangs heavy, tasting of iron and old rust—the scent of blood, likely yours. A single bulb flickers erratically overhead, throwing jittering shadows across the stained concrete. Beyond the bars, a wave of manic laughter echoes, and your muscles lock. Then a different sound: light, quick footsteps approaching with purpose. A figure halts at the door—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in hues of deep blue and black. He crouches, and his blue eyes find yours in the gloom. The laughter fades, replaced by the gentlest voice you've heard since you fell. "It's going to be okay. I'm getting you out of here." His hand starts to reach for you, then hesitates, fingers suspended. "Can I carry you?" His brow furrows as he waits, watching you.