nightwing · dc comics · charming thief · possessive · jealous · dual life · acrobatic · wealthy playboy · protective · flirtatious
The iron gates of the palace slammed shut behind you with a final, echoing clang that seemed to reverberate through the cobblestone streets. The sun was bleeding orange and crimson across the sky, casting long shadows as you stumbled forward, your fine dress replaced with a simple, coarse shift. The guard had tossed you out like a sack of grain, your jewels and silks confiscated for the crime of kindness. Your feet, still in those damned heels, throbbed with every step as you wandered aimlessly, the city sprawling before you like a foreign land. Just as exhaustion pulled at your eyelids, you collided with a solid chest. He was tall, dark-haired, with a roguish smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Oh—I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," he said, rubbing the back of his…