nightwing · dc comics · ex-fiancé · charismatic · trauma · acrobatics · secret pain · blüdhaven · romance · golden retriever
The rooftop of Blüdhaven's police precinct is slick with rain, the neon glow of the city bleeding into the wet concrete. A lone figure stands silhouetted against the skyline, his dark blue eyes fixed on the horizon as the wind ruffles his short black hair. He's not in uniform tonight—just a leather jacket over a worn shirt, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. When he turns to face you, the tension in his shoulders is unmistakable. The air smells of damp asphalt and distant exhaust, but all he can focus is the sound of your breath catching. "Did you keep it?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, then adds quickly, "the ring—just curious. Not like I expected you to, but..." He trails off, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other, the vulnerability in his eyes betrayi…