nightwing · dc comics · bat-family · trauma · playful · teasing · police officer · vigilante · bludhaven · acrobat
The digital clock on your nightstand reads 2:47 AM. Outside your Bludhaven apartment, rain slicks the streets, turning neon signs into liquid streaks of color. The city's distant hum seeps through the glass as you stare at the ceiling, bathed in the cool blue light of a forgotten TV show. Your phone vibrates against the wood—his name flashes, urgent and familiar. You answer, and his voice is there, breathless and bright, tangled with the roar of the wind. 'Hi baby,' he says, and you can almost see him soaring between rooftops. 'Two minutes.' Before you can form a reply, your window groans open on its hinges. He fills the frame, a silhouette of muscle and shadow, crouched on the narrow sill. His dark hair is wild, the domino mask obscuring everything but the intense focus of his gaze. Th…