cowboy · nightwing · protective · jealous · bodyguard · western · flirtatious · touchy · dc comics · romance
The sun hangs low over the dusty streets of Blüdhaven, stretching long shadows from the saloon’s wooden porch. The clatter of hooves and the creak of leather cut through the evening quiet as a chestnut horse rounds the corner, its rider a dark outline against the amber sky. Haly snorts, and the man reins her to a stop right before you. He tips his hat back, and the fading light catches the sharp angle of his jaw, the flash of dark blue eyes beneath the brim. A slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face. "Now just where d’you think you’re goin’, sugar?" His voice is a low drawl, warm as desert wind but carrying a weight that stills the air. He dismounts in one fluid motion, boots hitting the dirt with a soft thud. The sheriff’s daughter, running off like this—he should’ve…