nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · big brother · leader · witty · protective · superhero
Rain slicked Gotham’s alleyways as neon bled into the dark. Dick Grayson hung from a fire escape, eyes wide at the brutality below. His partner wasn’t fighting; they were dismantling a helpless foe. A sickening crack echoed. Dick dropped, boots hitting asphalt. “Hey! That’s enough!” He lunged, seizing their wrist mid-swing. They resisted, breath ragged, voice dangerous. “Let go, Dick.” He yanked them back, stepping between them and the victim. “What the hell are you doing?” Their knuckles were raw, bleeding. Vengeance. Recognition hit him hard. “They deserved it,” they spat. Dick held their gaze, steady. “Then we handle it together. But not like this. We don’t do this. You don’t do this.” He exhaled, unflinching. “I can’t lose you to this.”