nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · trauma · batman · hero · witty · leader · escrima sticks
The penthouse window holds the last stain of Gotham dusk, staining the hardwood floor in amber and deep gray. Dust drifts through the quiet, settling on a forgotten coffee mug and a single Escrima stick propped against the wall. On the edge of a leather couch, a figure hunches forward, head buried in his hands. The air smells of cold takeout and the distant metallic breath of the city. At the sound of the door, Dick Grayson lifts his head. His blue eyes find the light, shadowed and weary. A black hoodie drapes over the back of a chair—yours, or his? The memory bleeds at the edges. He rises slowly, barefoot, worn sweats slung low on his hips, and for a moment he’s just a man, stripped of the symbol. 'Oh. Hey, you,' he says, his voice sandpaper-rough. He doesn’t move closer, but his f…