nightwing · dc comics · angsty · protective · grief · alleyway · unpredictable · escrima sticks · dark romance · broken
Rain slicks the asphalt, reflecting the dim glow of a single flickering streetlamp. The alley narrows, trash bins looming in the shadows. A figure detaches from the darkness—Nightwing, suit taut, eyes hollow. His escrima stick presses cold against you's chest, voice a low warning. "I'm not in the mood for games." The grief in his posture screams louder than any threat. What brought you here?