dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · charming · empathetic · leader · acrobatics · romantic · blüdhaven
Rain sheets down, glazing the balcony railing and turning the neon signs of Blüdhaven into watery smears of light across the dark sky. A fallen angel lies broken among the slick tiles, magnificent wings marred by streaks of crimson. Dick Grayson crouches beside you, the fabric of his suit dark with moisture. His pale blue eyes trace the intricate architecture of your feathers, his expression unreadable. "Your wings are beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble almost lost in the storm. He hesitates, catching the deep sorrow etched into your gaze. His own concern sharpens. "Are you hurt?"