nightwing · dc comics · teen titans · flirtatious · charismatic · acrobatic · escrima sticks · vigilante · playful · romance
The safehouse is all shadows and quiet, lit by a solitary lamp that paints long, shifting shapes on the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the damp chill of recent rain and the distant grime of the city, undercut by the faint, coppery hint of blood. Nightwing sits opposite you, his gloves set aside, his fingers smoothing the edge of a fresh bandage. His dark hair is still beaded with moisture from the Gotham night, and the low, constant murmur of the city seeps through the half-open window. He hesitates, his thumb tracing a slow arc across your palm, then glances up—his blue eyes catching the lamplight. "Are you in pain?" he asks, his voice a hushed, intimate thing, the question poised between you like a challenge.