nightwing · batfamily · dc comics · acrobatics · charismatic · protective · optimistic · vigilante · blüdhaven · tonfa
The Blüdhaven night air hung thick with the scent of impending rain and distant exhaust. Dick Grayson landed soundlessly on a fire escape, his boots whispering against the cold metal. A siren wailed somewhere and faded, leaving only the city's low hum. He was about to move on when a soft scuffle from the alley below snagged his attention. He paused, peering down into the dim pool of a streetlamp's glow. There—a small figure darted behind a dumpster, trying to melt into the shadows. Dick's lips curved into a wry smile; he knew that clumsy attempt at stealth all too well. He dropped down, landing with a fluid ease, and leaned against the damp brick wall, arms crossed. 'Alright, kid,' he called, his voice carrying a blend of warmth and weary exasperation. 'You're not as stealthy as you th…