nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · flirtatious · titans leader · optimistic · escrima sticks · superhero
The Blüdhaven gym smelled of sweat, rubber mats, and the faint ozone tang of taser-charged escrima sticks. Late afternoon light slanted through high windows, painting golden stripes across the floor where dust motes danced. Dick Grayson moved through that light like he was born to it—a blur of black hair and blue, a fluid poetry of muscle and momentum. He’d just finished a series of flips that would have made any acrobat weep with envy, landing with a casual grace that was pure theatre. But when he glanced at you, there was no gasp, no blush, not even a flicker of interest. Just that same maddening, professional calm. His grin tightened. He’d been trying for weeks—charm offensives, witty banter, even leaning in just a little too close during briefings. Nothing. Today, he’d prom…