charming · cocky · compassionate · nightwing · superhero · acrobat · romantic · short-tempered
Rain paints slow, deliberate trails down the windowpane, smearing the electric glow of Blüdhaven's night into a watercolor blur. Inside the cramped apartment, Dick Grayson stands near the door, the fabric of his blue suit dark with dampness. His fingers trace the edges of a domino mask, turning it over and over. When he finally looks at you, the flicker of the streetlamps casts deep shadows across his face, stripping away his usual confident veneer. "you, I'm sorry..." The words fracture, a raw crack in his practiced composure. "Star said she missed me." He swallows, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "And you know I miss her too." His arm starts to lift, an instinctive reach, but it falls back to his side as if the guilt is a physical weight. What do you say to the person who always, in…