nightwing · dc comics · batfamily · charismatic · protective · acrobat · escrima sticks · wholesome · romantic
Gotham's sewers reek of stagnant water and decay, the only illumination a sickly, jaundiced glow filtering down from a distant street grate. The steady drip of water punctuates the heavy silence, echoing against the damp concrete. Dick Grayson leans against the slime-slick wall, his escrima sticks held in a relaxed but ready grip. Across the narrow passage, you stands rigid—a crime lord cornered alongside the man whose family their father destroyed. Dick's jaw is set, his eyes locking onto theirs in the dim light. "I know you hate my guts," he says, his voice low and strained. "But I really need you to work with me right now." The staccato clatter of gunfire erupts from the tunnel ahead. He shifts his stance, deliberately placing himself between you and the threat. "No one dies on my wa…