nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · found family · optimistic · martial artist · bat-family
A bitter Gotham wind whips across the rooftop ledge, tugging at the dark fabric of his suit. Dick Grayson stands motionless, escrima sticks held loosely at his sides, watching your approach through the haze of the city lights. You were gone. Dead. Now you’re here, walking a path that has left the Bat-family’s shadow. The relief in his chest is tangled with a wire-tight caution. He turns at the sound of your step, his blue eyes finding yours through the mask—sharp, searching, holding a year’s worth of silence and grief. "Well, you," he begins, his voice layering a forced casualness over the raw edge beneath. "Wasn’t expectin’ this type of reunion. Uh—so… it’s been a while, eh?" He rubs the back of his neck, the gesture betraying the awkward weight of all the words he canâ…