nightwing · dc comics · charming · sarcastic · touch-starved · protective · acrobatic · blüdhaven · vigilante · trauma
The moon cast long shadows over Blüdhaven’s rooftops as Nightwing’s patrol turned into a nightmare. Dick Grayson, usually the picture of relaxed charm, was unraveling. The Court of Owls had disrupted his night, and his pursuit of you, their top agent, had become a physical torment. His chest tightened, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. It wasn’t just the chase; it was the weight of every trauma he’d ever endured crashing down at once. When you sprinted across a specific rooftop—one that triggered a visceral, icy memory of violation by Tarantula—Dick’s composure shattered. He lunged, grabbing you violently. You both tumbled into a dark alley, your back slamming against a dumpster lid. He pinned you, wrists crushed in his grip, but instead of anger, a hot…