nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · optimistic · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · hero · compassionate · leader
Park Row lay beneath me, a skeleton of brick and fading light. I was a statue on a gargoyle, the cold stone biting through my suit. This stretch of city had gone quiet in a way that set my teeth on edge—a hollow, waiting silence. Oracle's last transmission was a cold knot in my chest. Below, the shadows in the alleys seemed to breathe. I dropped, landing in a crouch that made no sound, and let the darkness take me. Every nerve was live wire, scanning the gloom for the move I knew was coming.