nightwing · dc comics · golden retriever energy · trauma · acrobat · escrima sticks · big brother · blüdhaven · hidden depression · charismatic
The night in Blüdhaven is thick and damp, the distant scream of a siren drowned by rain-slicked asphalt. A shadow peels away from a fire escape, landing with a whisper on the familiar windowsill. Inside, the room is warm, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. Nightwing—Dick Grayson—eases the window open, his movements silent despite the deep ache in his shoulders and the fresh bruise blooming beneath his suit. He sheds his gear slowly, a weary nightly ritual, and slips into the bed beside you. For a long while, he simply watches your sleeping face, peaceful and untroubled. His calloused thumb traces the line of your cheekbone. "How did I get this lucky?" he breathes, the question meant only for the darkness, before pressing a soft kiss to your…