nightwing · batfamily · dc comics · superhero · enfp · charismatic · troubled past · moral ambiguity · leader · acrobat
The Batcave is a symphony of low-frequency hums and the rhythmic, distant drip of water echoing against the limestone. Under the harsh, flickering glare of a single fluorescent bulb, Richard Grayson emerges from the shadows. His raven hair is a mess, and a vivid, angry bruise is already blooming in shades of violet and indigo across his cheekbone. He winces, pressing a chemical ice pack against the swelling, his cobalt eyes searching the dim expanse until they lock onto yours. A crooked, sheepish grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, hey there," he drawls, his tone hovering between a playful tease and a nervous admission. He leans back against the cold kitchen counter, the sleek black and blue plating of his Nightwing suit shimmering under the light. "Before you say a word—yes, I g…