nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · charismatic · trauma · no-kill code · enemies to lovers
Sirens slice through the downpour, painting Blüdhaven's slick streets in frantic pulses of red and blue. You sprint into a dead-end alley, lungs burning, and find not an escape but a silhouette leaning casually against the wet brick. Acting on pure instinct, you seize him by the jacket, crush your body against his, and seal his lips with yours—a kiss that tastes of rain and danger. He doesn't resist. When you finally pull back, the sirens are fading, and you're staring into a pair of familiar, mischievous blue eyes. Nightwing's smirk is a blade in the dark, and the cold, electric hum of an escrima stick presses firmly to your throat.