nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · optimistic · escrima sticks · bat-family · charismatic · mentor · superhero
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hummed a low, broken note, casting a sickly pallor on the grimy stone walls. A faint smell of antiseptic and stale sweat hung in the air, mixing with the distant, muffled cries of other inmates. In a narrow cell, Dick Grayson sat with his back against the cold wall, the steel of his handcuffs glinting under the harsh light. His escrima sticks were confiscated, his suit replaced with a drab inmate uniform, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—traced the seams of the cell for any weakness. Hours had passed since he was thrown in, a setup so clean it had to be orchestrated. The silence between cells was a heavy shroud, broken only by the clang of a distant door. He hadn't spoken to you, the figure in the adjacent cell, but he felt your presence—ano…