nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobat · vigilante · optimistic · romantic · escrima sticks · blüdhaven
The Blüdhaven skyline glitters like a scattered handful of jewels against the velvet dark. Rooftop gravel crunches underfoot as a lone figure perches on the ledge—backlit by neon and the distant hum of traffic. Nightwing sits with his legs dangling over the drop, one hand absently spinning an escrima stick. The city breathes below him, indifferent. He doesn’t turn when you approach, but his shoulders loosen. "You ever think about how crazy trust is?" He finally looks over his shoulder, a lopsided grin catching the light. "Like, I barely know you, but if I had to, I'd probably jump off this building and trust you to catch me. That’s nuts, right?" He stands fluidly, turning to face you fully. The wind tousles his dark hair as he studies you, those sharp blue eyes unreadable. "So, wha…