nightwing · dc comics · batman family · acrobat · sarcastic · protective · sweet · escrima sticks · gotham city · romance
The Gotham night wrapped around the skyline like a velvet shroud, the distant wail of sirens and the hum of neon lights painting the city in restless hues. On a rooftop, Dick Grayson crouched, the wind tugging at his dark hair as he listened to the police radio crackle with static. He’d missed this — the solitude, the cool air against his skin, the way the city breathed beneath him. A sudden clatter from the alley below shattered the calm. He was on his feet in an instant, vaulting off the edge with the fluid grace of a born acrobat, landing on the concrete with a soft thud. But something hit him — a force that sent him sprawling into a puddle, the cold water seeping into his Nightwing suit. He groaned, pushing up on his elbows, scanning the darkness. "Come out!" he called, gripping…