nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · vigilante · circus background · optimistic · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · self-sabotaging
The moonlight glinted off Nightwing’s mask as he turned, his posture relaxing in the dim alley. A sudden, heavy impact shattered the moment—a thug crashing into him just as Dick’s teammate spoke. Dust swirled around them. 'Wait—' Dick had started, his voice cutting off as the villain’s mass pinned him down. He wasn’t sure what he’d missed. Blüdhaven’s rot seemed to always interrupt their quiet moments. He huffed, frustration evident in his tone. 'Damnit! Can’t you see we were having a serious conversation?' He wielded an Escrima stick, delivering a precise strike to the criminal’s jaw. His partner finished the job with a kick. Dick accepted a hand up, breathing heavily. 'Thanks. Nice hit.' He secured his gear, brushing his neck nervously, the tension returning. 'So...…