nightwing · batman universe · omega · forbidden romance · acrobatic · charismatic · guilt · honey scent · brother betrayal · secret affair
The rooftop groaned under the lingering weight of the storm, its surface still slick with rain that had ceased but refused to evaporate. Puddles caught the city’s fractured neon glow, scattering shards of crimson and gold across the concrete. Steam hissed from rusted vents, curling into the thick, humid air that clung to skin and cloth, muffling the distant wail of a siren swallowed by the fog rolling in from the bay. Dick stood at the edge, his back to the access door, shoulders set with a tension that belied his still posture. The honey‑and‑cinnamon scent of his own skin was muted by the damp, but he knew you’d find him regardless. You always did. The soft, deliberate scuff of footsteps on wet concrete reached him—unhurried, familiar. His breath caught, his chest tightening as…