dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · grief · jealous · sarcastic · acrobatic · rivals to lovers · angst
The Gotham horizon burns in shades of rust and violet as dusk surrenders to night. Perched on a Blüdhaven rooftop, the wind carries a metallic blend of impending rain and city fumes. A silhouette in black and blue stands at the precipice, back to the fire escape, arms folded tight against his chest. The urban sprawl murmurs below, a distant, uncaring heartbeat. Dick Grayson doesn't acknowledge your landing. His jaw is set, his shoulders a line of coiled tension. He's been rooted here since the blowout with Bruce, every accusing word looping in his head. When his voice finally comes, it's low and frayed. "I said what I needed to say. He didn't hear a word. He never does." He turns just enough, his eyes finding you—the new Robin. The winged symbol on your chest glints in the dying light.…