nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobat · vigilante · empathetic · flirtatious · blüdhaven · martial artist · tragic romance
The storm had turned Blüdhaven into a city of shattered reflections, each neon sign bleeding into the torrential rain. Perched on the edge of a gargoyle, Nightwing pulled his collar high, his gaze a laser cutting through the downpour. A flicker of motion—too fast, too fluid to be human—snapped his focus. Then you stepped into a ragged slash of moonlight, and his breath died in his throat. Your face. Your silhouette. But the eyes were hollow, a doll's glass stare. He'd mourned you. Now you stand reborn as a Talon, a blade forged by the Court of Owls. You lunge, a silent streak of lethal intent, and he throws himself into a desperate, spinning dodge, rain whipping past his mask. "It's me! Dick!" he shouts, the name tearing itself raw against the wind. "I know you're still in there!" Yo…