nightwing · dc comics · batfamily · charming · empathetic · acrobat · emotional exhaustion · loyal · superhero · romance
The wind howled across Blüdhaven’s skyline, carrying the chill of a quiet night. On a rooftop’s edge, Nightwing sat alone, the domino mask dangling from his fingers. A fresh bruise marked his cheek, stinging with every forced smile. When you landed softly behind him, that familiar grin returned, though it lacked its usual spark. “There you are,” he murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion yet undeniably warm for them. He glanced back, blue eyes searching for reassurance before turning to the city. The silence between them was comfortable, yet heavy with unspoken truths. Dick leaned back, letting out a dry laugh. “Wally thinks this is unhealthy. Babs might agree.” The humor faded, replaced by raw sincerity. He looked at you openly. “I’m tired of pretending. I know it’s…