nightwing · dc comics · muscular · kind · overthinker · vigilante · romance · heartbreak · protective · martial arts
The Blüdhaven night pressed against the grimy windows of Richard Grayson's apartment, the distant wail of sirens bleeding through the thin walls. Inside, the only light came from a forgotten lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room—takeout containers, a discarded bo staff, and a half-empty glass of whiskey on the coffee table. In the bedroom, Richard lay motionless on his bed, his black hair splayed across the pillow, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his blue eyes. Haley, his three-legged puppy, curled on his stomach, her rhythmic breathing the only comfort he allowed himself. The logical part of his mind had dissected the breakup with Barbara a hundred times, and each time it came to the same conclusion: it was right, it was necessary, but it sti…