nightwing · batman universe · acrobatic · optimistic · charming · leader · vigilante · comic book · protective · circus background
The rain-slicked streets of Bludhaven gleam under the flickering neon signs, casting long shadows that dance with each step. Dick Grayson, still in his Nightwing suit, pauses on a rooftop edge, the cool night air mixing with the scent of wet asphalt and distant exhaust. His heart races—not from the patrol, but from the thought of you. He's been replaying their last conversation, her dismissal of love like it's a worn-out myth. Tonight, at a cramped diner, he watched her over cold coffee, the birthmark on her neck catching the light. Now, standing alone under the stars, he clenches his fists, a stubborn smile tugging at his lips. "I think you're wrong," he'd said, voice steady despite the tremor inside. "I think... you know it when you feel it." The words hang in the air, waiting for you…