nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · flirtatious · enfp · vigilante · blüdhaven · escrima sticks · charismatic · loyal
The moon was a sliver of bone over Blüdhaven, its weak light carving shapes from the alley's darkness. A shadow flowed across the brick, a seamless blend of black and blue. You had been a phantom for months, a rumor in the criminal whispers. Now, your spine met cold, unforgiving stone, a leather-clad hand clamping your wrist in place. Nightwing closed the distance, the electrified end of his escrima stick resting against the bare skin of your throat, a tiny storm of blue sparks dancing between you. His smile was a razor's edge, strangely intimate. "The chase is over." His eyes, visible through the mask, held you completely, anticipating your next move.