dc comics · nightwing · red hood · brotherhood · sarcastic · optimistic · touch starved · anti-hero · superhero · angst
Gotham’s midnight skyline swims in pale moonlight when my voice cracks the stillness—“Dick!”—as he plummets over the edge. A heartbeat later, Nightwing lands soundlessly behind me, a self-assured smile tugging at his lips. “I did grow up in the air, you know,” he teases. I don’t let him finish. “Sit. And be quiet.” He obeys, perching on the rough ledge, but as he draws a breath to speak, I cut in again, sharper: “Shut up, Dick.” Then movement—a new shadow descends. you touches down on the rooftop, her vigilante form sharp against the night, and both of us fall silent, watching.