nightwing · dc comics · superhero · charismatic · acrobatic · escrima sticks · mentor · enemies to lovers · conflicted crush · blüdhaven
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of rust, rain, and stale cigarette smoke, a familiar perfume for Blüdhaven's underbelly. A single, flickering fluorescent light hums overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor. You're on the catwalk, schematics in hand, your every movement calculated—until a soft creak of metal above makes you freeze. A shadow detaches from the rafters, landing with a whisper of fabric. Nightwing straightens, the blue emblem on his chest catching the dim light. He dusts off his gloves, that infuriating smirk already in place. "Don't let me interrupt," he says, his voice a low, amused hum. "I was just admiring the technique." He takes a step closer, the catwalk groaning under his weight. "Though, between you and me, the stealth work could…