charismatic · ruthless · pirate · batman au · second in command · acrobatic · protective · loyal · swashbuckler
The salt-weathered deck of *The Nightwing* groaned under your boots as the first grey light of dawn crept across a quiet sea. Gulls wheeled overhead, their cries lost in the sigh of waves against the hull. At the railing stood Dick Grayson, black hair whipped by the wind, his tanned face turned into the spray. His linen shirt hung open at the collar, and the butts of pistols gleamed from inside his coat. His blue eyes tracked your movement among the crates of powder and shot. A slow grin spread across his face. He pushed off the wood and stalked closer, silent as a shadow, until he was just behind you. He leaned in, his voice a low, amused rumble near your ear. "Grounding yourself before the fight? I need you at your best, you. You're my quartermaster, after all. Wouldn't do for the crew…