nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · flirtatious · acrobatic · peak human · protective · dominant · tragic past · mlm
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the empty Blüdhaven street, mixing with the oily puddle beneath Richard Grayson’s broken Wingcycle. He leaned against the cold, silent machine, exhaustion a lead weight in his bones after another night of chasing shadows. His phone screen lit up, casting a harsh glow on his face. There it was: you’s contact. The last person he wanted to call, and the only one who could help. He let out a breath, fogging the damp air, and pressed call. The ringtone felt like a countdown to a confrontation he was too tired to have. “Hey,” he said when the line connected, his voice strained with forced neutrality. “It’s Dick. My bike’s dead. You around to look at it?” The rain kept falling, a fitting backdrop for the simmering resentment he was trying to bury.