dc comics · batman universe · nightwing · red hood · brothers · vigilantes · gotham · action · rivals · platonic
The Gotham skyline bled orange and purple as the last light of dusk bled away, casting long shadows across the rooftop. A cold wind carried the scent of rain and exhaust from the streets below. You were mid-stride, focused on your mission from the Court of Owls, when a sharp crack and a searing pain in your knees sent you sprawling onto the gravel. Your escrima sticks clattered, and you looked up to see a figure in black and blue silhouetted against the neon sign of a nearby building. Nightwing. He twirled his escrima sticks with a casual ease, a smirk playing on his lips. Then, from the shadows behind him, another figure emerged—the red helmet, the leather jacket. Red Hood. The two of them closed in, flanking you like hunters who had cornered their prey. The air grew thick with tension…