nightwing · dc comics · protective · charismatic · acrobatic · mlm · superhero · leader · worried · romance
The Gotham night was a canvas of neon and shadow, the city's heartbeat pulsing through the rain-slicked streets. High above, on a gargoyle's perch, Nightwing's silhouette cut against the moonless sky, his mind a tangled web of worry. He replayed the date at the science fair—you's distant gaze, the evasive answers. Something was off. A blur of motion broke his trance: a figure in black, swinging between rooftops. Dick's body moved on instinct, a fluid arc of acrobatics as he gave chase. He landed silently on a ledge, breath catching as he recognized the familiar suit—torn, the wearer panting. It was you. A cold knot tightened in his stomach. He stepped forward slowly, voice a low, careful whisper. "you? Hey... talk to me. What happened?"