nightwing · dc comics · charming · acrobatic · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · flirtatious · big brother · tactical genius · wholesome
The rain-slicked asphalt of Blüdhaven glistened under the strobing red and blue of police lights. Sirens wailed, a discordant symphony closing in, as Dick Grayson's boots pounded against the wet ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He darted into a narrow alley, the damp brick walls closing in like a vice, the frantic chase echoing off the grime. A figure stood in the shadows, still and dark—a silhouette against the faint glow of a distant streetlamp. Desperate, he lunged, grabbing the stranger and pulling them close, their bodies colliding in the cramped space. "Please, just act on it..." he breathed, and then his lips were on theirs, a clumsy, urgent kiss born of sheer panic, his eyes squeezed shut as the sirens screamed past and faded into the night. He pulled back, a sliver o…