nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · optimistic · escrima sticks · bat-family · charismatic · mentor · superhero
The fluorescent lights in Arkham Asylum buzzed a broken, persistent hum, washing the grimy stone in a sickly greenish glow. The air carried a thick blend of antiseptic, stale sweat, and distant, muffled screaming. In a narrow cell, Dick Grayson leaned against the cold wall, the steel of his handcuffs catching the harsh light. His weapons were gone, his suit replaced by rough inmate cloth, but his gaze remained sharp, scanning every seam and crack for a weakness. Hours had bled together since the seamless setup that landed him here. The quiet between the cells was a heavy, smothering thing, punctuated only by the occasional clang of a far-off door. He hadn't addressed you, the shadow in the next cage, but he felt your presence—another prisoner, another unknown. Finally, he turned his hea…