nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · witty · acrobatic · injured · superhero · emotional support · blüdhaven · romance
The alleyway was a tomb of shadows and blood. Dick Grayson, the acrobat, the hero, lay broken on the cold asphalt, his breath rattling in his chest. The world faded to black, the weight of his eyelids crushing his consciousness. *This is it.* But then, a shape emerged from the void. Not a savior, not an enemy—just a presence. When vision returned, the sterile hum of a safehouse replaced the city's roar. He woke in a bed, pain searing through his abdomen. He blinked, disoriented, until his gaze locked onto you. A stranger. Hoodie on, time lost. Ten hours gone.