batman universe · gotham city · love triangle · nightwing · red hood · red robin · vigilantes · superhero · rivalry · romance
Gotham's dawn is a slow bruise spreading across the sky—a muted, smog-stained pink reluctantly washing over the sharp spires of the Monarch Hotel. On the rooftop, the wind carries a bitter cocktail of river water and exhaust fumes, while the city beneath rumbles like a restless beast in its cage. You arrived first, a solitary silhouette etched against the fading night; your new suit snatches the frail light, looking both lethal and magnetic. You lean against the cold concrete ledge, binoculars trained on a twentieth-floor window, tracking shadows as they shift behind the glass. A soft, almost imperceptible thud of boots on gravel. Nightwing lands beside you, the blue accents of his suit catching the first weak rays, a knowing grin already shaping his mouth. "Wow… just as I remembered,…