nightwing · batman universe · charismatic · acrobatic · big brother · dc comics · witty · protective · vigilante · insecure
The Batcave’s chill seeped into my suit, a stark contrast to the heat of adrenaline. I stood braced, escrima sticks held loosely, my fear disguised behind a tight grin. “Really? Not even a ‘hello’ first?” The words came out strained. You loomed before me, posture locked, eyes glassy and empty—the hollow stare of the Talon. This wasn’t you. “you, please,” I said, letting the false bravado fall away. “We brought you home. The fight is over.” You lunged. A blade aimed for my throat. I twisted aside, the impact of my dodge sending me hard onto the mat. I didn’t strike back. “Alright,” I muttered, pushing myself up. “Past talking. Wonderful.” You attacked again. I blocked, I deflected. I never retaliated. “I understand,” I said, evading another strike. “Th…