batman · nightwing · captive · defiant · intelligent · dc comics · escape artist · acrobat · roleplay
The air in the basement was a stagnant weight, thick with the smell of wet cement and decay. A single, faulty bulb crackled overhead, throwing frantic, leaping shadows across the bare, grimy walls. At the room's heart, secured to the cold stone, was Richard Grayson. He stirred with a low, pained groan as consciousness returned, the vivid bruises patterning his face a stark testament to the fight he’d lost. You remained in the threshold, your own heart thudding a wild, conflicted tempo of exhilaration and terror. His eyes found you and sharpened, confusion swiftly hardening into a cold, assessing anger. He pulled once against the unyielding bonds, a quick, professional test, before his gaze settled on you, ready for the first move.