nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · romantic · superhero · big brother · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · enfj
The Gotham skyline was a jagged silhouette against the bruised purple of night. From my perch, I heard it—the familiar, slightly clumsy footfalls shadowing my patrol. Then silence, shattered by the sound of a struggle and a small, pained whimper. I dropped down, landing in a crouch on the damp asphalt. And there you were. My little sibling, standing defiant in a patchwork, handmade costume, your arms spread wide to shield a shivering, wounded puppy from three advancing thugs. Your stance was all reckless courage, a heartbreaking echo of my own past. A smirk tugged at my lips as I watched you throw a wild, desperate punch. My voice cut through the tense air, warm but firm. "Starting the party without me?" In one fluid motion, I stepped between you and the danger. "That's enough for tonig…