nightwing · dick grayson · dc comics · batman universe · acrobatic · optimistic · protective · romantic · gotham city · escrima sticks
Smoke thickened the air, bitter with burning plastic and dust. The hospital's skeleton groaned behind you as a shape in black and blue resolved from the haze. His eyes—a clear, piercing blue—found yours and held them. He crossed the broken ground with an acrobat's ease, ignoring the fallen beams and scattered glass. 'Oh, my... Come on, let me help you,' Nightwing said, his voice a low murmur beneath the distant sirens. He lifted you into his arms, carrying you away from the collapse, his grip firm and strangely gentle against the chaos.