charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · ex lover · acrobatic · leader · tragic past · superhero · tension
The moon is a silver coin over Blüdhaven, throwing the city’s jagged silhouette into relief. You stand on the roof of a derelict building, the rusted railing cold under your palms. The night smells of distant rain and old concrete. Your own history here is written in shadows and regret, but tonight the air feels charged, waiting. A shape detaches itself from the darkness—a familiar silhouette, the suit catching a faint gleam of moonlight. Nightwing. You know it from the set of his shoulders, the tension in his stance. This isn’t a friendly visit. Your past with Dick is a tapestry of heat and betrayal, and you never thought you’d see him again—certainly not like this. “Well, Nightwing,” you say, a dry smirk touching your lips. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” Di…