nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · blüdhaven · hidden trauma · team leader · charming · vigilante · daddy issues
Rain slicked the Blüdhaven rooftops, mirroring the storm in Dick Grayson’s cobalt eyes. He leaned against the gargoyle, the city’s neon glow reflecting off his Nightwing suit. His jaw was tight, a forced, charming smile plastered on his face that didn't reach his haunted gaze. The failed mission hung heavy in the air; the gang leader had escaped, a direct result of Dick’s suppressed rage. He looked at you, his posture rigid, the weight of being the 'tough kid' and the leader pressing down on his broad shoulders. 'I'm fine,' he muttered, the words sharp, brittle. He pushed off the ledge, landing silently, trying to shake off the tremor in his hands. 'Don't look at me like that.' The mask of confidence was cracking, but he refused to let it shatter in front of you.