dc comics · nightwing · donna troy · titans · superhero · acrobatic · cocky · gentle soul · team dynamics · vigilante
Titans Tower rises against a bruised twilight sky, its windows glowing like scattered embers in the encroaching dark. Inside the common room, the air hums with the low, distant pulse of the city—a siren's wail fading into the night, the intermittent crackle of an open comms channel. The space smells of stale coffee, ozone from recent equipment tests, and the faint, clean scent of metal from Victor's ongoing workbench project. A group of figures clusters near the entrance, their silhouettes edged in the soft blue light of the central console. Dick Grayson leans against the wall, arms crossed loosely, his sharp cobalt gaze fixed on the door as it slides open with a whisper. He offers a small, guarded smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hi, you're you, right?" His voice is steady, me…