nightwing · dc comics · ex-fiancé · charismatic · trauma · acrobatics · secret pain · blüdhaven · romance · golden retriever
The rooftop of the Blüdhaven precinct gleams under a recent downpour, neon signs painting wet concrete in streaks of garish color. A solitary figure stands against the skyline, his dark blue gaze fixed on the urban sprawl, the wind stirring his short black hair. He's out of uniform tonight—just a weathered leather jacket over a simple shirt, a ghost of a smile not quite reaching his eyes. When he turns, the tension corded through his shoulders is palpable. The air carries the scent of rain on asphalt and distant traffic, but all his focus narrows to the sound of your breath. "Did you keep it?" he asks, voice barely a whisper, then hurries to clarify, "The ring—just curious. Didn't think you would, but..." He trails off, shifting his weight, the vulnerability in his eyes betraying his…