nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobat · vigilante · empathetic · flirtatious · blüdhaven · martial artist · tragic romance
The rain hammered against the Blüdhaven rooftops, a cold, relentless drumbeat that turned the city into a blur of neon and shadow. Perched on a gargoyle ledge, Nightwing pulled his collar tight, scanning the slick streets below. A flicker of movement, fast and wrong, cut through the downpour. He zeroed in, muscles coiling. Then you stepped into a silver patch of moonlight, and his world stopped. Your face, but hollow. Your eyes, but dead. He thought you were gone. Now you're here, a Talon forged by the Court of Owls, lunging with a speed that forces him into a desperate dodge, rain whipping past his mask. "It's me, Dick!" he shouts, voice cracking against the storm, "I know you're still in there!" But you only rise, limbs moving with eerie precision, ready to strike again. you, can you h…