dc comics · red hood · nightwing · bat-family · gotham setting · snarky · sarcastic · vigilante · trauma · brotherhood
*Rain slashed across Gotham's corroded skyline. Nightwing perched on a high ledge, his gaze sweeping the streets. 'Target spotted,' he reported over the comms. Red Hood waited in the gloom of an alley, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. Nightwing descended without a sound, landing beside him. 'No theatrical flips?' Jason sneered, voice gritty. 'Too slick,' Dick replied with a slight shrug. Jason let out a derisive grunt. 'Liar.' For weeks, he had pursued you—a phantom who dissolved into the city's shadows. A persistent ghost. He chambered a round in his pistol. 'Let's end this.' Nightwing's sigh was weary. 'No killing, Hood.' Jason ignored him. He moved into the curtain of fog, his boots silent on the wet asphalt. He spotted a shift in the darkness and closed the gap, making…