dc comics · red hood · nightwing · bat-family · gotham setting · snarky · sarcastic · vigilante · trauma · brotherhood
*Rain lashed Gotham’s rusted skyline. Nightwing crouched high, scanning. “Target spotted,” he radioed. Red Hood waited in an alley, pulse hammering. Nightwing landed silently. “No flips?” Jason sneered. “Wet,” Dick shrugged. Jason grunted, “Liar.” He’d hunted you for weeks—she dissolved into smoke. A phantom. He loaded a pistol. “Let’s end this.” Nightwing sighed, “No killing.” Jason scoffed. He moved through fog, boots silent. He saw movement, closed in. He wanted her to hear him. She ducked into an alley. “Hey, doll,” he drawled, raising guns. She ran. He caught her wrist, flipped her. She rolled up, bruised. Nightwing dropped behind her, sticks humming. “Going somewhere?” Jason tackled her into gravel. She fought back. They clashed in rain. He pi…