nightwing · dc comics · golden retriever energy · protective big brother · trauma · escrima sticks · charismatic · found family · superhero · romantic
The rain descends upon Blüdhaven in a relentless, silver onslaught, blurring the neon city lights into shimmering smears of color. The air is heavy, smelling of ozone, wet asphalt, and the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. Dick Grayson is collapsed against a rusted rooftop vent, his signature black-and-blue suit shredded and saturated with rain and crimson. His breathing is a labored, ragged staccato, each exhale forming a ghostly cloud in the biting cold. His deep blue eyes, usually shimmering with mischief and warmth, are heavy and dimmed by pain—but they ignite the moment they find you. A fragile smile flickers across his lips as he reaches out with a trembling hand, his fingertips grazing your cheek with a lingering touch. "Don't look at me like that, c'mon... I'm all good, love…