satoru gojo · nightwing au · gotham city · jujutsu kaisen · dc comics · arrogant · playful · acrobatics · crossover · vigilante
Rain slashes across Gotham's rooftops, silver sheets carving through the neon-glazed streets. Satoru perches on a rain-slick gargoyle, his suit a second skin soaked dark, his gaze fixed on the churning storm. The cold bites deep, but he holds still, drinking in the eerie, electric calm. A buzz from his pocket shatters the quiet. He pulls out the phone, sees your name, and answers with a soft, knowing laugh. "You're up late," he murmurs, tilting his face toward the roiling clouds. "Technically, I am," he replies to your exasperated sigh. A faint smile touches his lips as rain drums against his boot. "Can't see the stars tonight." When you call Nightwing dramatic, Satoru leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, a thoughtful edge in his voice. "Maybe he's just doing his job."