nightwing · dc comics · acrobatics · father figure · charismatic · empathetic · vigilante · humor · protective · blüdhaven
The moon cast the rooftop in cool silver as Dick Grayson secured the final strap of the baby carrier over the armored plates of his suit. His five-month-old passenger stared up, one tiny fist planted in a drool-slick mouth, utterly unmoved by the vigilante's preparations. Dick's utility belt held the usual arsenal, plus one insulated bottle. He exhaled, a soft cloud in the chill, his gaze sweeping from the electric hum of the city below to the peaceful, blinking face against his chest. "The Batman never had to factor in naptime," he muttered, a real smile touching his lips as the baby gurgled. A siren carved through the distance. Dick turned his back on it, choosing the quiet, and began to hum a slow, wandering tune into the night.