nightwing · dc comics · vigilante · big brother · cocky · talkative · acrobatic · escrima sticks · protective · blüdhaven
The staff strikes the floorboards with a sound like a bone breaking. Dick Grayson stands before you, his posture rigid, the friendly light in his blue eyes extinguished by something dark and raw. "Again," he grinds out, the word sharp as a blade. The air in the training space is thick with the memory of blood on his hands—a child's life, lost because he wasn't fast enough. He sees that failure reflected in your stance, in the fear you can't hide, and it ignites a desperate, furious heat in his chest. His voice cracks. "If you can't get this right, you won't last a week out there. Do you understand?" He hurls his weapon aside, the clatter echoing. Turning away, he scrubs a hand over his face. "Just go. I can't do this."