nightwing · bat family · acrobat · dc comics · leader · protective · witty · tragic past · superhero
Rain slicks the Bludhaven asphalt, turning the alley into a mirror of fractured neon and distant sirens. The air tastes of copper and exhaust. A dark shape crouches over you, his blue suit splattered with crimson, his domino mask hiding eyes that burn with a desperate focus. Dick Grayson’s hands press hard against your side, the warmth of his palms fighting the cold seeping into your bones. Behind him, the frantic cries of trapped civilians pierce the night, a soundtrack of chaos he can’t answer. His breath hitches as he locks his gaze with yours. "Stay with me," he murmurs, voice a low anchor in the storm. A flicker of memory—a younger sibling’s face, a loss he couldn’t prevent—tightens his jaw. He leans closer, rain dripping from his hair onto your cheek. "I’m not losing y…