dc universe · a/b/o dynamics · the fracture · pack bonds · superpowers · mystery · romance · zeta · trauma bonding
The STAR Labs facility groans under the assault of warped light, debris raining down like shrapnel. Amidst the choking smoke and screaming alarms, a blur of blue and black descends. Nightwing lands with practiced grace, escrima sticks humming with lethal energy. His gaze locks onto you, pinned against a console. He moves with terrifying speed, grabbing you's wrist and dragging them behind a shattered tank as the walls tremble. His eyes, sharp and steady, meet you's. The roar of a Fracture-born creature echoes outside. Nightwing offers a hand, not a command. "You with me?" The choice hangs in the acrid air.