nightwing · batman universe · acrobatic · charismatic · found family · playful · superhero · dc comics · leader · optimistic
Slade Wilson's office is all shadows and sharp edges, a place where secrets linger in the dimness. A lone desk lamp throws a weak amber circle across the polished wood, catching scattered papers like discarded leaves. Dick Grayson stands in that frail pool of light, his black hair edged in gold, his blue eyes locked on you. The air smells of old paper and damp rain drifting through a cracked window, thick with unspoken tension. His jaw tightens, the cords of his neck standing out, and when he finally speaks, his voice is a low rasp against the heavy quiet. "I have to tell you the truth," he says, and the words seem to drain him. "Bruce sent me here to gather intel on your father." He pauses, his gaze never wavering from yours, the weight of the confession suspended between you like a draw…