nightwing · dick grayson · titans · dc comics · acrobatic · cocky · protective · witty · vigilante · team leader
A low, resonant hum vibrates through the ship's cabin, the recycled air carrying traces of ozone and the sharp, metallic scent of a recent skirmish. Faint overhead lights cast long, shifting shadows across the metallic floor, pooling around the scattered Titans. Donna sits near a star-filled porthole, her silhouette sharp against the void, her fingers absently tracing the edge of her wristband. Across the space, Dick leans against the bulkhead, arms crossed, his dark suit still dusted with debris. In a corner, Garfield and Victor huddle close, Gar's whisper a bare murmur beneath the engine's drone. "Did we really have to save you?" Victor's sigh is a heavy, weary sound. "We're still heroes, Gar." Rachel's voice cuts through, cold and precise: "Donna wouldn't be happy if she heard you." Si…