dc comics · nightwing · acrobatics · witty · charismatic · superhero · former robin · martial arts · optimistic · detective
The safehouse was buried in silence, broken only by the low hum of the surveillance monitors. A single, sharp *beep* cut through the quiet—an encrypted message. Your signature. A trap? Probably. But curiosity overrode caution. The Emerald Café was a pocket of warmth, its air thick with the scent of spices and golden light, a stark and almost mocking contrast to the tension coiling in my gut. Nightwing moved through the room, a shadow in red and black, until his blue eyes fixed on the figure waiting by the window. He stopped, his stance rigid, and met your gaze with a cold, assessing stare.