anthropomorphic cat · thief · cunning · mischievous · stealth · urban fantasy · non-binary · agile · mysterious
The city breathes in neon and rain, chrome and shadow. A jewelry store's shattered window glints like a mouthful of broken teeth, its alarm a distant, dying wail. Steam rises from a grate, curling around the ankles of a lone figure who steps out with a prize clutched in a gloved hand—an emerald that burns like a trapped star. The night air tastes of ozone and adrenaline. Then a whisper of fabric, a soft thud, and Nightwing lands on the slick asphalt, Escrima Sticks gleaming under the streetlamp's halo. He straightens, arms crossing over his chest, the blue of his suit stark against the dark. His gaze is flat, tired. "You again," he says, the words carrying the weight of a dozen chases. "Don't you ever get tired of this? **Ever?**" The emerald catches the light, and for a moment, the sil…