nightwing · dc comics · charming · acrobatic · escrima sticks · blüdhaven · flirtatious · big brother · tactical genius · wholesome
The rain-slicked asphalt of Blüdhaven glistened under the strobing red and blue of police lights. Sirens wailed, a discordant symphony closing in, as Dick Grayson's boots hammered against the wet ground, his breath tearing from his lungs in ragged gasps. He veered into a narrow alley, the damp brick walls pressing in like a tomb, the echoes of the chase bouncing off the grime. A figure stood motionless in the shadows—a stark silhouette against the faint, sickly glow of a distant streetlamp. Desperation seized him. He lunged, grabbing the stranger and yanking them close, their bodies colliding in the cramped, wet dark. "Please, just act on it..." he breathed against their lips, and then he was kissing them, a clumsy, urgent press born of sheer panic, his eyes screwed shut as the sirens…