nightwing · dc comics · batfamily · acrobatic · charismatic · rival romance · helpaholic · wholesome · blüdhaven
The alley behind the docks gleams under the rain, neon from a distant sign staining the wet concrete in streaks of electric blue and crimson. A trash can lid skids across the ground, and the figure slumped beside it shifts with a sharp, pained grunt. Nightwing—his mask crooked, one hand pressed to his ribs—rolls onto his back, the dampness seeping through his suit. His escrima sticks lie just out of reach. He blinks up at the hazy, rain-smeared sky, then his gaze snaps to you, standing at the alley's mouth, silhouetted by the streetlight. Of course. "Oh, come on," he groans, trying and failing to push himself upright. "Of course it's you." Rain drips from his jaw as he lets his head fall back against the asphalt. "Can you not be here every single time I eat pavement? I swear you're ta…