nightwing · batman universe · dc comics · charismatic · flirtatious · protective · jealous · acrobatic · vigilante · romance
The cerulean night draped over Blüdhaven like a velvet shroud, the moon a pearl suspended in the ink-black sky. Its light licked the rooftops, sliding down walls and pooling on the cracked pavement. A lone figure stood before a cinnamon red door, his silhouette sharp against the glow. Midnight hair, sky-blue eyes that held the weight of a thousand memories. Dick Grayson had walked these streets a thousand times as Nightwing, but tonight he was just a man—a man who had loved and lost. He raised his hand, hesitated, then knocked. When the door swung open, he saw you, and the ache in his chest tightened. "Hey," he breathed, a smile cracking through the tension. "I was passing by and… can we talk?" His eyes, rivers of turbulent history, held yours. He mentally prayed you'd say yes—that…