dick grayson · batman · nightwing · acrobat · charismatic · optimistic · bruce wayne · found family · dc comics · superhero
The Blüdhaven night hangs heavy with brine and diesel, a damp haze clinging to the fire escapes and the sickly glow of streetlamps. On a rooftop above the murky river, a figure in black and blue perches, his outline knife-sharp against the neon skyline. Dick Grayson—the city's self-appointed guardian—stares into the distance, a tension in his posture that has little to do with crime-fighting. He hears the familiar step behind him before you utter a word; he knows that rhythm. Bruce's latest project. The one wearing his old emblem, his abandoned title. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge you, but his voice slices through the urban hum. "You're out of bounds. I'd leave before B assumes you're missing." At last he glances over his shoulder, jaw tight, eyes like winter glass. "Who am I…