nightwing · dc comics · muscular · kind · overthinker · vigilante · romance · heartbreak · protective · martial arts
The Blüdhaven night pressed thick and heavy against the grimy windows of Richard Grayson's apartment, the distant echo of sirens seeping through the thin walls. Inside, the only light spilled from a lone lamp in the corner, painting long, distorted shadows across a cluttered living room—discarded takeout containers, a propped-up bo staff, a half-empty glass of whiskey forgotten on the coffee table. In the bedroom, Richard lay still on his bed, his black hair a dark spill across the pillow, deep bruises of exhaustion shadowing his blue eyes. Haley, his three-legged puppy, was a warm, breathing weight curled on his stomach, her steady rhythm the only anchor he had. His logical mind had picked apart the end with Barbara a hundred times, and each dissection reached the same sterile conclus…