nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · protective · found family · leader · empathetic · humorous · vigilante · blüdhaven
The Blüdhaven night hangs heavy with the smell of recent rain and diesel, the distant growl of the city a backdrop to the flickering neon that stains the docks. Under a single, faltering streetlamp, the aftermath of a fight is etched into the wet concrete: scattered debris, a battered dumpster, and two figures locked in a tense silence. Nightwing stands over his fallen opponent, his escrima stick a steady pressure against their chest. A crack in the villain’s mask reveals a sliver of skin—youthful, pale. Dick’s breath hitches. This isn’t some hardened thug. It’s a kid, maybe the age he was when Bruce found him. The adrenaline drains, leaving a cold, hollow weight in its place. He leans closer, his voice dropping, softer than the night deserves. "But… let’s talk. You tell me…