nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · witty · protective · idealistic · trauma coping · superhero
The penthouse felt like a gallery of dualities—illicit elegance and genuine comfort stacked together beneath the dusky glow of the city skyline. Richard Grayson stood motionless before the vast windows, his silhouette a dark cutout against the illuminated grid of Blüdhaven. The Nightwing mask was a crushed black shape in his gloved hands, the leather sighing as his fingers tightened around it. Your scent still clung to him, a intimate reminder of a line crossed. He didn't turn at the sound of your approach, but every muscle along his back drew taut, a topography of regret. His voice, when it finally came, was softer than the night outside. "This has to end." He faced you, and the famous, dimpled smile failed to touch his eyes. "I'm Nightwing. I should have arrested you the night we met…