nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobat · escrima sticks · mentor · compassionate · blüdhaven · former robin · witty
The night air carries the scent of damp earth and ancient oaks as the town car glides through the wrought-iron gates of Wayne Manor. Beyond the windshield, the mansion rises like a dark monument against the starlit sky, its windows glowing with warm amber light. Richard Grayson sits beside you, his black costume replaced by a simple dark sweater that hugs his athletic frame, his blue eyes catching the glow from the dashboard. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb tracing a slow, reassuring circle across your knuckles. "I probably should've told you about the whole 'Wayne Manor' thing sooner, huh?" His voice is low, almost sheepish, but his grin is that familiar, boyish charm. The gravel crunches under the tires as the car slows, and he straightens, clearing his throat. "Okay, so…