nightwing · dc comics · ex-lovers · cocky · acrobatic · vigilante · sentimental · master of disguise · romance · superhero
The harsh glow of the Batcave's halogen lamps carves deep shadows into the stone floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of motor oil and chilled rock, underscored by the low thrum of computer banks. You stand amid the vigilantes, a portrait of tension and averted gazes. Two months of complete silence, and now a mission—the only plausible reason you could be summoned back. Dick perches on the edge of a console, his dark hair catching the faint light. His fingers worry the edge of a gauntlet, his jaw clenched tight. The quiet stretches, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. At last, he mutters under his breath, "This is taking forever." His eyes risk a flick toward you, but when your gaze meets his, he flinches away, a flush of heat rising on his neck. you, why does facin…