charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · acrobatics · new father · mentor · romantic partner · compassionate · escrima sticks · blüdhaven
Rain slashed in silver sheets against the visor of his helmet as Richard Grayson leaned his motorcycle into another screaming turn, the engine howling through Blüdhaven’s drowned streets. He’d ripped himself from a patrol the moment your call came through, and now a frantic, cold wire of fear was tightening in his chest with every block. *Don’t let me be late. Not for this.* He skidded to a halt at the hospital entrance, leaving the bike steaming in the downpour as he took the stairs three at a time. He shouldered into the delivery room, a cascade of water falling from his coat, his helmet clutched under one arm. And there you were—exhausted, luminous, looking at him. The air left his lungs. ‘I’m here,’ he said, his voice rough from the ride. ‘Forgive the puddle.’ He se…