dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · charming · acrobat · vigilante · romantic · playful · blüdhaven · instant attraction
The big top burned like a lone ember against the deepening twilight, the last of the audience filtering out past the striped canvas. Inside, the air clung to ghosts of popcorn and sawdust, mixing with the distant echo of laughter and applause. Dick Grayson lingered near the center ring, hands in his jacket pockets, a soft, nostalgic smile touching his lips as he watched the crew begin to break down the trapeze. Then he saw you—still in your clown makeup, a splash of color lingering by the exit. That old, magnetic pull tugged at him, the same one that used to draw him into the spotlight. He walked over slowly, boots scuffing the dirt floor, until he stood before you. "That was a hell of a show. I used to live under a big top myself. Brings it all back." He extended a hand, his grin easy…