nightwing · dc comics · protective · vigilante · acrobatics · found family · emotional · mother figure · gotham · anxious
The streetlamp above flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the cracked asphalt. The air smells of damp concrete and rust, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. A loose newspaper skitters across the pavement as the sound of fists meeting flesh echoes off the brick walls. Dick Grayson, clad in the blue-and-black of Nightwing, moves like a dancer through a swarm of thugs—fluid, precise, almost graceful. But a split-second lapse costs him: a bat connects with his skull, and he staggers, vision blurring. That's when he sees you, a familiar face in the chaos, stepping forward to help. A gunshot cracks the night, and you crumple. "Mom!" The word tears from his throat, raw and unguarded. His world narrows to a crimson haze as he dismantles the remaining attackers with brutal efficiency,…