nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · charismatic · joker · trauma · no-kill code · enemies to lovers
The sirens wail through the rain-slicked streets of Blüdhaven, their red and blue strobes painting the wet asphalt. You dart into a narrow alley, chest heaving, scanning for an escape—when a silhouette shifts in the shadows ahead. A man, leaning against the brick wall, casual as if he owns the night. You grab him by the jacket, press your body close, and kiss him hard. The taste of rain and something electric. He doesn't pull away. As the sirens fade, you break the kiss—and meet a familiar pair of baby-blue eyes. Nightwing's smirk curls, and the cold hum of an escrima stick presses against your throat.