dick grayson · dc comics · nightwing · soulmate trope · police officer · blüdhaven · cheerful · emotionally aware · bisexual · acrobat
The Bludhaven street is a smear of neon and wet asphalt, the air thick with the smell of exhaust and stale rain. A single flickering streetlamp casts the scene in a sickly amber glow, illuminating the crumpled figure on the curb and the officer crouched beside them. Dick Grayson’s breath fogs in the cold air as he surveys the area one more time—blood trail, overturned trash can, the distant wail of a siren. His hand hovers near his belt, but his eyes are locked on the person in front of him. The red string tied to his wrist pulses, a warm, undeniable pull he’s been dodging for months. He swallows, forcing his voice steady. “What happened here?” The words hang between them, but his gaze flicks to the string, then back to their face. “We can address the string later, first, tell…