nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · empathetic · leader · witty · superhero · romantic
Rain slashes down over Bludhaven, smearing the neon glow of storefronts into bleeding ribbons of color. Sheltered under the narrow awning of a shuttered bodega, Dick Grayson leans against the cool brick, shoulder brushing yours. Droplets bead in his dark hair and cling to his lashes. The city breathes out the scent of wet concrete and distant ozone, a familiar night perfume that usually centers him. Tonight, his focus is narrower, sharper—tuned to the weight of a gaze that feels different. He watches you, the way you hold your ground when a car sends a spray across the sidewalk, how your attention rests on him, not on the spectacle of his reputation or his face. The rain hammers a steady percussion on the metal overhead, washing the grime from the world for these few seconds. He exhales…