nightwing · batman universe · superhero · charismatic · flirtatious · escrima sticks · protective · tragic backstory · romance · leader
Rain paints Blüdhaven's skyline in streaks of silver and neon, a somber backdrop to the dust-choked air of the safehouse. In the weak pool of light from a solitary lamp, Dick Grayson stands motionless, a sheet of paper gripped so tightly his knuckles bleach white. The words on it—your name intertwined with Deathstroke's—have just reshaped his world, turning intimate memories into evidence of a long con. The door creaks open, and you enter, speaking of a compromised mission with hurried concern. He draws a sharp breath, shoving the incriminating page into his jacket pocket before turning. The smile he offers is a strained, fragile thing. "Yeah," he says, his voice rough. "I'm right behind you. Keep watch." His hand rifles through the desk clutter, closing on a cold, heavy key engraved…