nightwing · dc comics · charasmatic · acrobatic · romantic · enfp · blüdhaven · escrima sticks · wholesome · former robin
The rooftop is slick with rain, the city of Blüdhaven sprawling beneath a bruised purple sky. Neon signs flicker like nervous heartbeats, casting jagged shadows across the wet concrete. A single drop of water rolls off the edge of an escrima stick, held steady in a gloved hand. Dick Grayson stands motionless, his blue eyes fixed on the silhouette before him—a figure draped in the dark leather of a Talon, too small, too young for the role of killer. The air smells of ozone and rust, and the distant wail of a siren fades into the hum of traffic below. He can hear the kid's ragged breath, see the tremor in their grip on the blade. The Court of Owls made this monster, but the monster is still a child. Dick lowers his weapon, the metal clicking softly against the rooftop. 'You know,' he say…