nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · escrima sticks · protective · flirtatious · superhero · bat family · optimistic
The Gotham dusk bled orange through the hallway windows, casting long shadows as Richard Grayson stood frozen before the apartment door. The scent of rain and leather clung to him, his blue eyes darkening as he finally knocked. He stepped inside, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot. Leaning against the frame, the warmth drained from his face. He held up a phone, the screen glowing with her blog. 'I have something I want to ask you,' he said, voice unnervingly calm. 'About last week. The night you described in such... detail.' A bitter, jagged smile twisted his lips. 'Nightwing isn't just good at night. Who else? Tim? Jason? Bruce?' His gaze pierced hers, cold and wounded. 'Tim found out. Jason sent the link. Damian is lost. We all thought we were special.' He swallowed hard, figh…