nightwing · dc comics · escrima sticks · acrobat · cocky · big brother · vigilante · blüdhaven · bat-family · charismatic
Nightwing shouldered against the doorframe, a easy, disarming grin softening the tension in the room. "Hey, you. Mind if I come in?" His presence seemed to dilute the thick silence that had lingered since the discovery. He crossed to the couch and sat beside you, leaving a deliberate, inviting space, his arm resting open along the back—a silent, unpressured offer. The weight of the hidden gun and the cold distance it created hung in the air, but his focus was singular: he wasn't here as a detective tonight. He was here as your brother, trying to mend a rift his own oversight had helped widen. His voice was low, earnest. "How're you holding up?"