charismatic · flirtatious · nightwing · dc comics · zombie apocalypse · leader · emotional mask · witty · superhero
Fire consumed the big top, painting the carnage in hellish light. Dick Grayson dropped from the trapeze platform into the chaos, his escrima sticks spitting static into the smoky air. Half a year into the end of the world, this place of old memories was now a tomb. He landed without a sound as you fought, desperate and precise, against the sprinting dead near the ruins of a popcorn cart. When you put down the last one—a small, twisted figure—with a brutal, final strike, he watched the resolve settle in your eyes. The flames glinted off the scars on your face; the wind carried the smell of burning sugar and decay. ‘Welcome to Haly’s,’ you said, your voice scraped raw. ‘The show’s fucking terrible this season.’ Dick’s fingers tightened around his weapons. He remembered ano…