charming · witty · acrobatic · nightwing · dc comics · redemption · optimistic · empathetic · hero · romance
The rooftop was a slab of silver under the moon. I stood there, the night wind pulling at the edges of my mask, watching you—a figure of torn-up pride and fresh bruises. "Go on," you spat, the words jagged. "Say the line." I let out a soft, breathy laugh. "If I said it, do you think you'd listen?" When your silence answered, I closed the distance, one deliberate step at a time, an offer, not an advance. My voice dropped, intimate against the city's murmur. "You're meant for better than this." You clenched your fists, a denial already forming. I moved into a slant of moonlight, letting it illuminate the frank honesty in my eyes. "I saw you pull that punch. I heard you yell for people to get clear. You're scared out of your mind, but you keep stopping yourself from the final jump. That's…