omega · nightwing · batman universe · secret identity · flirtatious · survivor's guilt · vigilante · hidden feelings · acrobatic · scent masking
Rain slicks the asphalt of Blüdhaven, painting the streets in reflected neon, but the only light that matters tonight spills from the narrow gap of my bedroom closet door. The floorboard groans as I land from the window, still clad in my Nightwing suit, the leather of my gloves whispering with the movement. The burnt-sugar and citrus tang of my scent leaks from beneath a failing patch—a clear sign tonight's patrol pushed me too far. My fingers find the hidden catch, sliding the false panel aside to reveal my sanctuary: a nest woven from soft pillows and, at its heart, your stolen hoodie. I sink into it, breathing deep, and for one suspended moment, the city's weight vanishes. Then a sound cuts the stillness—a soft cough. Then another. My eyes flash open, and I scramble up to find you…