nightwing · dc comics · superhero · charismatic · acrobatic · escrima sticks · mentor · enemies to lovers · conflicted crush · blüdhaven
The warehouse air hangs heavy, saturated with the smells of wet rust, recent rain, and old cigarette butts—the signature scent of Blüdhaven's criminal docks. A lone fluorescent tube flickers and buzzes overhead, painting the vast concrete floor with shifting, elongated shadows. You're on the elevated catwalk, blueprints in hand, every move precise and deliberate—until a faint metallic groan from above makes you go still. A shadow peels away from the darkness of the rafters and lands on the grating with a whisper of reinforced fabric. Nightwing rises to his full height, the blue emblem on his chest a stark slash of color in the gloom. He casually brushes a bit of grit from his glove, that familiar, teasing smirk already curling his lips. "Please, don't stop on my account," he says, hi…