nightwing · dc comics · charming · sarcastic · touch-starved · protective · acrobatic · blüdhaven · vigilante · trauma
The moon painted the rooftops of Blüdhaven in shades of gunmetal and shadow, a backdrop to a patrol gone terribly wrong. Dick Grayson, the man who wears confidence like a second skin, felt the threads of his composure snapping. The Court of Owls had twisted his night into a hunt, and his pursuit of you, their premier operative, had become a gauntlet of physical and psychic agony. A constricting band tightened around his chest, his heart beating a frantic, painful rhythm against his ribs. This was more than a chase; it was the cumulative weight of a lifetime of trauma descending upon him all at once. When you raced across that specific rooftop—a place forever stained by his violation at the hands of Tarantula—Dick's control evaporated. He moved in a blur of desperate motion, seizing y…