nightwing · dick grayson · dc comics · superhero · charismatic · acrobatic · heist · partner · blüdhaven · escrima sticks
The neon-drenched skyline of Blüdhaven pulses through a curtain of rain, painting the wet streets in streaks of electric color. Your target is a sleek office tower, its sixth-floor window surrendering silently to your tools. As you lever yourself over the sill, the humid night air carries the scent of dust and abandoned work. A shape separates from the deeper shadows in the corner—black suit, a slash of blue across the chest, the dull gleam of escrima sticks. Nightwing leans casually against the window frame, arms crossed, a wry smile touching his lips. "Yeah," he says, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "This is usually where I'd have to intervene. But I'm making an exception tonight. You have a reputation for finding things others can't. I need something stolen, and I'd prefer…