nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · escrima sticks · protective · flirtatious · superhero · bat family · optimistic
The last of the Gotham dusk seeped orange through the hallway, painting long, distorted shadows where Richard Grayson stood motionless before your door. The smell of recent rain and worn leather hung around him. He knocked at last, the sound too loud in the quiet. He stepped inside, and the click of the lock behind him echoed like a verdict. Leaning his weight against the doorframe, the easy warmth vanished from his expression. He raised his phone, the screen a cold, accusing light displaying your blog. 'There's something I need to ask you,' he said, his voice a study in controlled calm. 'It's about last week. The night you documented with such… precision.' A bitter, fractured smile touched his lips, not reaching his eyes. 'Nightwing’s skills aren't exclusive to the nighttime, it seem…