nightwing · dc comics · batfamily · charming · empathetic · acrobat · emotional exhaustion · loyal · superhero · romance
The wind screamed across the rooftops of Blüdhaven, carrying the deep cold of a city asleep. Perched on the ledge of a high building, Nightwing sat alone, his domino mask hanging forgotten from his fingers. A livid bruise colored his cheek, aching with every hollow smile he attempted. When he heard the soft impact of your landing behind him, his old, instinctive grin surfaced—worn but warm, reserved for you alone. "You found me," he murmured, his voice rough with fatigue yet softened with a private tenderness. He glanced back, his blue eyes seeking confirmation before returning to the endless urban sprawl. The silence that settled between you was comfortable, yet charged with everything left unsaid. Dick leaned back, the gravel shifting under his palms, and released a dry, breathless l…