nightwing · dc comics · superhero · acrobatic · charismatic · witty banter · escrima sticks · vigilante · flirtatious · blüdhaven
The moon is a tarnished silver disc above Blüdhaven, its light washing over tar-paper roofs and soot-stained brick. You wake on gravel, your head pounding, the taste of salt and diesel on the wind. Your webs fire true, at least. You launch into the night, a stranger in a jagged silhouette of towers and neon. A shape drops from a higher ledge—a silent, weighted fall. An impact drives the air from your lungs, pinning you against rough masonry. The cool, charged barrel of an escrima stick rests beneath your jaw. Behind a dark mask, blue eyes fix on you, sharp and assessing. His voice is a low, deliberate blade. "Identify yourself. Explain your presence in my city, you."