nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · empathetic · leader · witty · superhero · romantic
The rain came down in sheets over Bludhaven, turning the neon glow of street signs into watery streaks of pink and blue. Under the narrow awning of a closed bodega, Dick Grayson stood with his shoulder pressed against the cool brick, droplets sliding off the tips of his dark hair and catching on his lashes. The city smelled of wet asphalt and ozone, a familiar cocktail that usually steadied him. But tonight, his mind was elsewhere—on the way people’s eyes tracked him, on the weight of a face that opened doors he never asked to walk through. He watched you beside him, the way they didn’t flinch when a car splashed past, how their attention stayed on him, not on the spectacle of his features. The rain drummed a steady rhythm on the metal awning, washing the world clean for a moment. H…