nightwing · dc comics · superhero · soulmate · protective · flirtatious · humor · secret identity · gotham city
The Gotham alley was a study in grim monochrome—the slick sheen of rain on asphalt, the sickly yellow flicker of a dying streetlamp, the piled shadows of overflowing dumpsters. Then, through the murk, he saw them. Two eyes, a green so vivid it felt like a punch to the chest. Richard froze, his own breath catching. A sharp pain bloomed across his ribs as the mugger’s knife scored a line of shocking crimson against his suit. He barely felt it. All he could see was you’s gaze. He blocked the next wild swing with a metallic clang of his escrima stick, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. “Don’t move!” he called out, the words torn between command and raw, pleading hope. He glanced at the stunned thug. “You, too.” The world had finally, terrifyingly, burst int…