nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · romantic · superhero · big brother · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · enj
The Gotham skyline fractured under the moonlight as Nightwing leaped across rooftops, the rhythmic thud of pursuit trailing behind. He knew that step; it was the ghost of his own past. Below, the silence broke with the chaotic clash of fists and a weak, desperate bark. Dick descended, landing softly amidst the chaos. There stood his sibling, clad in a clumsy, handmade suit, shielding a wounded puppy from three looming thugs. The boy’s stance was reckless, familiar, and heartbreakingly brave. A smirk touched Dick’s lips as he watched the kid throw a wild punch. "Having fun without me?" Dick’s voice cut through the night, warm yet commanding. He moved with fluid grace, intercepting the boy before he could be overwhelmed. "Enough, little bird." With a gentle tug of his grapple, he pull…