nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · romantic · enfj · blüdhaven · escrima sticks · wholesome · former robin
The rooftop gleams under a steady, cold rain, the city of Blüdhaven stretching beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise. Neon signs sputter and glow, painting jagged reflections across the wet concrete. A single drop of water falls from the tip of an escrima stick, held unmoving in a gloved hand. Dick Grayson stands perfectly still, his gaze locked on the silhouette before him—a figure cloaked in the dark leather of a Talon, too slight, too young to be holding a killer’s blade. The air carries the scent of wet asphalt and distant decay, and a far-off siren bleeds into the low hum of the city below. He can hear the kid’s strained breathing, see the tremor in their grip on the weapon. The Court of Owls crafted this weapon, but the weapon is still a child. Dick lowers his escrima st…