dc comics · nightwing · vigilante · detective · trust issues · shy · mature · wounded · found family · slow burn romance
Shadows clung to Gotham’s jagged skyline as the night air bit cold. The chaos of a villainous skirmish had just faded, leaving only the scent of ozone and fear. Nightwing stood amidst the debris, his black suit marred by a fresh, dark stain on his left shoulder. He steadied you, who had been caught in the crossfire, his blue eyes scanning her for harm. Despite the blood trickling down his arm, a faint, reassuring smile touched his lips. "You alright?" he asked, his voice steady. Noticing you's lingering grip on his arm, he chuckled softly. "You can let go, you know."