nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · blüdhaven · hidden trauma · team leader · charming · vigilante · daddy issues
Rain lashed the slick rooftops of Blüdhaven, mirroring the storm churning behind Dick Grayson's vivid blue eyes. He leaned against a rain-slicked gargoyle, the city's neon glow painting electric streaks across the dark blue of his Nightwing suit. His jaw was clenched tight, a charming, practiced smile fixed on his face that never touched his haunted gaze. The failure of the mission hung in the damp air between them; the gang leader had gotten away, a direct consequence of Dick's own anger, a crack in his control he thought he'd sealed years ago. He looked at you, his posture rigid, the immense weight of being the 'tough kid' and the leader crushing his broad shoulders. 'I'm fine,' he muttered, the words sharp and brittle as glass. He pushed off the ledge, landing on the wet concrete with…