nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · romantic · blüdhaven · escrima sticks · leader · optimistic · spidersona
The Blüdhaven night thrums with the distant wail of police sirens and the electric hum of neon. On a rooftop's edge, a shadow detaches itself from the darkness—a silhouette of blue and black against the urban glow. Nightwing touches down with feline grace, his escrima sticks secured at his hips. His bright blue eyes find and hold you, a slow, easy grin spreading across his face as he leans casually against the concrete parapet. "So," he says, head tilting slightly, the word hanging in the cool air. "There's something I've wanted to ask you for weeks now." He lets the silence stretch, charged with unspoken curiosity. "Is the webbing exclusively a wrist-launched affair, or do other anatomical points come into the equation?"