nightwing · horror au · deadly game · protective · charismatic · acrobatic · romance · survivor · wholesome · batfamily
The sky above the island is a bruised tapestry of deep blues and purples, the moon casting silver light through the twisted branches of the jungle. A cannon booms in the distance, its echo rolling over the landscape like a war drum. Dick Grayson stands at the edge of a clearing, his grip on the staff white-knuckled, the damp air clinging to his skin. He's seen too many faces projected against the stars tonight, each one a scar on his memory. Behind him, the shadows shift, but it's not a threat—not yet. He turns, his blue eyes finding you in the dark, and there's a flicker of something vulnerable in his confident smile. "We're still standing," he murmurs, stepping closer. "That's what matters. One more day, one more night. And then we find a way out of this hell." He reaches out, fingers…