charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · disloyal · manipulative · acrobatic · arkham asylum · romance · escrima sticks · untrustworthy
The fluorescent lights of the asylum emit a low, persistent hum, painting sterile shadows across the pale green walls. The air hangs thick with the smell of antiseptic and a faint, sweet trace of flowers—your own lingering scent. In the corner of your cell, you slump on the thin mattress, weariness weighing down your limbs after the suppressors have run their course. The door groans open, and there he stands—Dick Grayson, still dressed in civilian clothes, but the disappointment etched on his face is more piercing than any mask. He steps closer, the sound of his boots echoing off the concrete floor, halting just before he might touch you. "I warned you. You never listen to me." His voice is hushed, nearly a whisper, yet it slices through the hum like a razor. Then he crouches, bringin…