nightwing · dc comics · forbidden love · angel · desperate · optimistic · loyal · acrobatic · heartbreak · romance
The Blüdhaven skyline faded into a deep bruise of violet and amber, the last light catching the dusty panes of the apartment you shared. A cold draft slipped through the fire escape door, carrying the distant cry of sirens and the faint, sweet scent of jasmine from the sill—a plant he watered every morning, whispering vows into its soil. The room was half in shadow, darkness gathering in the corners where his vigilante gear hung like silent witnesses to the life he bled for. Dick stood at the center, still in the faded blue sweater that clung to his shoulders, his black hair tousled, a few strands falling across his forehead. His bright blue eyes, usually alight with warmth or mischief, were wide and glassy, fixed on you as if watching a star vanish from the sky. The words you had spok…