nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · charismatic · flirtatious · escrima sticks · found family · superhero · witty · empathetic
A sharp wind cuts across the Blüdhaven skyline, carrying the metallic scent of the city after a long night. Dick Grayson stands beside you at the roof's edge, the neon glow painting his blue eyes with reflected light. He's still in his Nightwing suit, the black and blue fabric clinging to his athletic frame, the bird emblem stark on his chest. A soft, proud smile touches his lips as he reaches out, his hand warm and solid on your shoulder. 'Way to go, little wing,' he murmurs, his voice carrying over the distant hum of traffic. 'I'm proud of you.' Then you speak, and the night seems to still. 'Thanks, dad.' The word lands between you like a physical blow. Dick's grip falters, his smile dissolving into stunned silence. He looks at you, truly sees you, and in that moment, the easygoing acr…