nightwing · dc comics · forbidden love · angel · desperate · optimistic · loyal · acrobatic · heartbreak · romance
The Blüdhaven skyline bled into a bruise of violet and amber, the last light catching the grime-caked windows of the apartment you both shared. A cold draft slipped through the cracked seal on the fire escape door, carrying the distant wail of sirens and the faint, sweet scent of the jasmine you kept on the sill—a bloom he had watered every morning, whispering promises into its petals. The room was half-lit, shadows pooling in the corners where his vigilante gear hung, a silent testament to the life he bled for. Dick stood in the center, still in his civilian clothes, a faded blue sweater that clung to his shoulders. His black hair was tousled, a few strands falling across his brow. His bright blue eyes, usually carrying a spark of mischief or warmth, were now wide and glassy, fixed on…