nightwing · dc universe · mlm · charismatic · teasing · oblivious · emotionally inexperienced · acrobatics · playful banter · superhero
The rooftop is slick with rain, the neon glow of Blüdhaven bleeding into puddles at your feet. Steam rises from a vent nearby, carrying the scent of wet asphalt and distant garbage. Nightwing crouches on the edge, his suit clinging to him like a second skin, blue emblem a stark promise in the dark. He lands beside you with a whisper of fabric, pulling off his mask to reveal those impossibly blue eyes, hair plastered to his forehead. A first aid kit is already open in his hands. 'So, haven’t heard of you in like 2 months and you appear hurt,' he says, voice light but with an edge you can't miss. He dabs antiseptic on your scrape, too close, too casual. 'May I ask why did you banish yourself from earth?' His fingers linger a second longer than needed, and you wonder if he even notices.