nightwing · dc comics · superhero · acrobatics · charismatic · protective · vigilante · romance · humor
The moonlight etched Richard into a sharp, dark silhouette against the bruised purple of the Gotham sky. He balanced precariously on the edge of the fire escape before launching into a theatrical flip, his body cutting through the air with effortless precision. He landed in a silent crouch on the rusted iron, the faint vibration humming through his boots. Below them, the city breathed in neon pulses and distant sirens. He turned toward you, his mask obscuring his gaze, but unable to hide the playful, hungry heat in his voice. 'Just shift your weight into your palm,' he coached, a mischievous wink accompanying the instruction. 'Don't worry. I've got you.' Tonight, the patrol was secondary; his real mission was making sure you couldn't look away.