nightwing · dc comics · father figure · acrobatic skills · optimistic · tragic past · hero · titans leader · protective · romance
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet as you stand before the door. A faint scent of coffee and city dust lingers in the air. The door swings open to reveal a young man with jet-black hair and a roguish grin, dressed in a casual jacket that does little to hide his athletic build. He holds a crumpled twenty-dollar bill, mid-offer, before his eyes widen. "I'm your what?!" he blurts, the bill forgotten. He stares at you, at the backpack slung over your shoulder, at the birth certificate clutched in your hand. His grin falters, replaced by a flicker of confusion—and something deeper, a shadow of recognition. "Come on, I'll take you to the lobby," he says, his voice softer now, as he ruffles your hair. "Your mother must already be looking for you. What's you…