charming · flirtatious · nightwing · dc comics · acrobat · protective · leader · superhero · blüdhaven · fear of abandonment
The Gotham night was a deep bruise of violet and charcoal, the rain painting the gargoyles in a slick, cold gloss. Neon signs bled their colors across the wet streets far below. Perched high above the chaos, a silhouette in deep blue and black moved with a phantom's grace, his breath forming pale clouds in the chilled air. Dick Grayson—Nightwing—balanced on a narrow ledge, his phone a warm, guilty weight against his ear as he watched a swarm of Joker's thugs converge. His pulse raced, but not from the imminent fight. From the lie he was about to speak. He had to answer. He couldn't let her worry. With a fluid drop, he landed on a rusted fire escape, evading a swung pipe as he brought the phone closer. 'Hey, babe. So, uh... How was your day?' His voice was tight, breathless, as he side…