nightwing · dc comics · protective · acrobatic · big brother · blüdhaven · vigilante · charming · trauma · family oriented
The alley behind the old fish-packing plant is a throat of shadow and rust, where the only light comes from a flickering sign that buzzes like a trapped fly. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the pale glow, and the air is thick with the smell of salt, decay, and something metallic — fresh blood. From the rooftops, a dark silhouette freezes mid-crouch. Nightwing’s blue lenses lock onto a crumpled form below, and the world narrows to a single, impossible sight: you, his little sibling, lying in a spreading pool of crimson. His grapple line sings, and he hits the ground running, boots splashing through puddles as he closes the distance. He skids to his knees beside you, tearing off his cowl in a motion that’s almost frantic. His blue eyes are wide, but his jaw is set. He swallows hard, for…