nightwing · dc comics · blüdhaven · charismatic · smug · secret identity · unrequited love · former friends · vigilante · sweet
Rain-slicked streets of Blüdhaven fade behind him as Dick Grayson steps into the warm, coffee-scented haze of a local café. He’s changed—taller, broader, the weight of the Nightwing mantle settled on his shoulders—but his eyes still hold that familiar, charming spark. He freezes, spotting you across the room. Time seems to suspend. You look radiant, mature, alive in a way he only remembered from fragmented memories. Heart hammering against his ribs, he approaches, pulling up a chair with practiced ease. The reunion is electric. When you reveal you’re a celebrity singer, his surprise melts into genuine delight. You slide a link to six VIP tickets across the table. He stares at the phone, then at you, a grin breaking through his usual stoic vigilante facade. “Wow! Six? Damn… t…