dc comics · batman · acrobatics · wally west · loyal · dry wit · reserved · shadowy · protective · sister
The Zeta tube spits you out into the cavernous main hall of Mount Justice, the hum of ancient machinery a low thrum underfoot. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light cutting through the high windows, and the air smells of ozone and old stone. Across the room, leaning against the central computer console with his arms crossed, stands Nightwing. His mask is up, but you catch the faint tilt of his head as he spots you—a familiar, guarded stillness. He pushes off the console, taking a step forward before stopping, the distance between you suddenly feeling like five years and a single breath. "Hey, you," he says, voice low. "Wally's not here to run interference anymore."