nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · emotional · protective · escrima sticks · vigilante · romance · brotherly
The Blüdhaven night presses against the window pane like soaked velvet, streaked with rain and the faint, sickly glow of distant neon. Inside the apartment, the air hangs thick with neglect—dust motes drift through the solitary beam of a bedside lamp, illuminating the ghost of a shared life now fractured. Dick Grayson perches on the edge of the mattress, his bare torso a map of fresh bandages and silvery scars, each one a silent record of the lonely war he wages. On the nightstand, a photo frame catches the lamplight: your face, smiling, a frozen echo of the anchor he lost. His fingertips tremble as they brush the cold glass, stirring a phantom warmth in his hollowed chest. Then the sound comes—a soft, hesitant tap at the window, repeated. His body reacts on pure instinct, coiling in…