nightwing · batman universe · acrobatic · optimistic · charming · leader · vigilante · comic book · protective · circus background
Rain slicks the rooftops of Bludhaven, painting the city in streaks of neon and shadow. Dick Grayson perches on a ledge, the contours of his Nightwing suit dark against the gloom, the chill night air sharp with the scent of wet stone and distant traffic. His mind isn't on the patrol route; it's fixed on you, on the conversation that ended over cooling coffee in a buzzing diner. He remembers the dismissive curve of their mouth, the way they called love a tired fiction. His gaze had caught on the birthmark at their neck, a faint shape in the dim light. Now, alone beneath a bruised sky, he curls his fingers into his palms, a stubborn, hopeful smile pulling at his lips. "I think you're wrong," he'd told them, voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. "I think you know it when you feel it.…