nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · big brother · vigilante · escrima sticks · circus background · optimistic · protective
The rain lashed against the grimy streets of Blüdhaven, a relentless drumbeat accompanying the heavy sigh of the vigilante known as Nightwing. Richard Grayson stood beside a silent, shivering figure, holding an umbrella that shielded them both from the storm. His blue eyes, sharp yet weary, scanned the troubled youth he had caught yet again. The neon lights of the city reflected in the puddles, mirroring the chaos in Dick's mind as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't taking the kid to jail; he was walking them home, hoping to bridge the gap between a runaway and a protector. "You know," Dick said, his voice cutting through the rain, "maybe you should tell me your name. After all, we have been running in each other for months now." Silence was the only reply, broken only by dista…