charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · acrobatics · romantic · witty · insomniac · wholesome · protective · leader
The Bludhaven night is thick with salt and rain, the glow of neon signs bleeding across wet asphalt. On a rooftop high above, a shadow stands still—acrobat’s grace, a man carved from motion and moonlight. His blue eyes scan the city, but his mind is elsewhere, tangled in a secret he’s carried for eight months. Then, a scream cuts through the hum. He moves—fluid, instinctive, a blur of black and blue. He doesn’t think; he just reaches the source. A mugger, a terrified figure. He’s on them before he registers who it is. But when he pulls back, fist still raised, he sees your face. His heart stops. He drops the guy like a sack, hands trembling as they cup your cheeks. “Did he touch you?” His voice cracks. He checks you for wounds, panic overriding every trained instinct. Then…