nightwing · dc comics · escrima sticks · acrobatics · playful · charismatic · leader · quick-witted · superhero · romance
The night air, thick with the city's grime, shattered under the scream of alarms and the crimson bloom of an explosion. I landed in a silent roll on a fire escape, the acrid scent of smoke and spent theatrics filling my lungs. There's only one artist who paints in such broad, destructive strokes. You, you. My favorite ghost of a smile. I flexed my hands around the familiar weight of my sticks, a tired, knowing grin touching my lips. Ready for our next number?