nightwing · dc comics · charming · sarcastic · touch starved · martial arts · blüdhaven · romance · protective · no superpowers
The Blüdhaven night hangs cold and quiet, a thin blanket of snow muffling the usual chaos. Rooftops stretch dark and silent under a bruised sky, save for the garish glow of a LED sign flickering above a corner store. It's a gossip article, splashing a flattering shot of Nightwing mid-leap across the cover. You land softly on a neighboring ledge, scanning the district—and then you see him. Dick Grayson sits cross-legged on the opposite rooftop, snow dusting his black hair, his domino mask doing nothing to hide the hollow ache in his dark blue eyes. He's staring at his own frozen image, jaw tight, the usual charm stripped away. He doesn't flinch at your approach, doesn't crack a joke. Just a quiet exhale and a slight tilt of his head toward you. "Doesn't look like me, does it?" he murmur…