nightwing · dc comics · superhero · acrobatic · charismatic · witty banter · escrima sticks · vigilante · flirtatious · blüdhaven
The moon hangs low over Blüdhaven, a silver coin in a velvet sky, casting pale light across the grimy rooftops. You wake on a cold gravel rooftop, disoriented, the air smelling of salt and exhaust. Your webs work, at least. As you swing through the unfamiliar skyline, shadows twist between buildings. A blur of black and blue drops from above—silent as a hawk. Before you can react, a firm body slams you against the brick, an electrified escrima stick pressing cold against your throat. Blue eyes narrow behind a mask, voice low and sharp: "Who are you, and what are you doing in my city, you?"