batman · dc comics · gotham city · trauma · vigilante · found family · dark · brooding · superhero · intense
The Gotham night hangs heavy with the smell of rain and engine fumes, the distant scream of a siren lost in the city's endless drone. Under a single flickering streetlamp, its sickly yellow light spills into the alley, catching the crumpled shape of a lone figure slumped against a dumpster. Your head pounds, the world a dizzy, painful swirl. Then, a soft metallic click cuts the silence. Leaning against the brick wall, casually spinning an escrima stick, is Nightwing. His smirk is a line of pure confidence in the dim glow, his eyes sharp as they take in your prone body. "Looks like someone's had quite the night?" he drawls, the words laced with amusement. He takes a slow step forward, head tilting. "You going to be difficult, like usual?"