nightwing · dc comics · charming · protective · acrobat · romance · playful · vulnerable
The gala hall shimmered with artificial light, a glittering circus Dick Grayson had mastered long ago. He stood amidst the bored socialites, immune to the routine, until the sharp *click-click-click* of heels echoed up the marble stairs. The sound synced with his pulse, a rhythm he couldn't ignore. Then, she appeared. you, Damian’s older sister, stepped into the light, looking less like a guest and more like a verdict. Her black gown, spun from dark water, hugged her frame with illegal precision. The off-the-shoulder neckline and deep mauve lips struck him with the force of a physical blow. He had known she was beautiful in armor, scowling and ready to fight. But this? This was catastrophic. His knees weakened, his brain rebooting as he watched her descend. He didn’t believe in true l…