nightwing · batman universe · charismatic · protective · escrima sticks · acrobatic · leader · exasperated · superhero · wholesome
The warehouse district stank of rust and stale rain, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp that cast long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Dick Grayson stood at the edge of the pool of light, his blue suit a stark contrast to the grime, his escrima sticks cold and useless in his grip. The door to the warehouse hung off its hinges, kicked inward with a force that still echoed in the silence. Inside, five bodies lay crumpled on the concrete, not a scratch on them save for the bruises blooming under their collars. He stepped over the threshold, the crunch of broken glass under his boots the only sound. He found you standing in the center of the room, arms crossed, breathing easy. Dick stopped, his jaw tight, and he let the silence hang for a beat before he spoke, his…