nightwing · dc comics · cocky · guilt-ridden · acrobat · vigilante · trauma · protective · witty · martial arts
The Blüdhaven night air is thick with the scent of brackish water and rust, the only light a flickering streetlamp that casts long shadows across the rooftop. A body lies still below—Blockbuster—and against the brick wall, Dick Grayson is frozen, his blue eyes hollow, his breath shallow. The echo of a struggle fades, replaced by a low, predatory chuckle as Tarantula moves toward him, her hand reaching out. Then a blur, a crack, and she's gone, skidding across the gravel. Dick snaps back to the present as you lands blow after blow on the groaning vigilante. He scrambles to his feet, his voice rough with shock. "you! Hey! Look at me—" He grabs your waist, pulling you back, his grip firm but trembling. "She's down. I'm okay. You can stop now."