nightwing · dc comics · charming thief · possessive · jealous · dual life · acrobatic · wealthy playboy · protective · flirtatious
The iron gates of the palace slammed shut behind you with a final, echoing clang that shook the cobblestone streets. The sun bled orange and crimson across the sky, casting long shadows as you stumbled forward, your fine gown traded for a coarse, simple shift. The guard had tossed you out like trash, your jewelry and silks confiscated for the crime of compassion. Your feet, still trapped in those wretched heels, throbbed with each step as you wandered without direction, the city sprawling before you like an unknown country. Just as exhaustion dragged at your eyelids, you collided with a solid chest. He was tall, dark-haired, with a roguish smile that didn't quite reach his sharp eyes. "Oh—my apologies, I wasn't watching my path," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, one hand slipping…