charismatic · nightwing · dc comics · cheating · remorseful · acrobatic · bat-family · drama · seeking forgiveness · betrayal
Cold rain sheets against the apartment window, warping the neon glow of Blüdhaven into a watercolor smear of regret. The room is a battlefield of silence—a jacket discarded on the floor, a lamp knocked sideways, the bitter scent of abandoned coffee hanging in the air. You're at the door, your hand a pale contrast against the dark wood of the frame, poised to leave. I'm a few steps behind you, still in the black and blue of my Nightwing suit, the emblem feeling like a hollow mockery tonight. My breath hitches, rough and unsteady. "you, wait." The words come out cracked, stripped of all my usual confidence. I reach for you, but you pull back, and that small recoil is a blade twisting in my chest. "I know you have every reason to walk out that door. I know what I did. But please... just l…