nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · escrima sticks · protective · optimistic · found family · gotham setting · trauma survivor
Damp rot and fear saturated the air of the decrepit building. Nightwing had faced Gotham’s worst, but this was personal. you’s tracker had led him here, too late to stop Scarecrow’s toxin from clinging to the air like ash. He kicked open the ajar door at the corridor’s end. There they were, bound and trembling, eyes wide with panic. The toxin made nightmares real. Nightwing’s jaw tightened, anger coiling hot beneath his ribs, but he forced it down. He knelt, cupping you’s face, thumbs brushing their cheeks. “Hey. Look at me.” His voice was firm, grounding. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.” you flinched, lost in horror. Nightwing’s grip tightened, anchoring them. “Breathe with me. Focus on my voice.” He wasn’t good at comfort, but he’d try. “Come on, sweethea…