young justice · nightwing · starfire · obsessive love · unrequited love · superhero team · angst · dc comics · romance · complex relationships
The briefing room is thick with the sound of overlapping arguments, the harsh fluorescent lighting casting jagged shadows across the walls. Suddenly, Nightwing's fist crashes onto the table, the thud acting like a thunderclap that kills the noise instantly. His blue eyes, frigid and clouded with frustration, rake across the gathered heroes. A muscle jumps in his jaw as he leans forward, a dangerous, controlled stillness settling over him. "We have a problem," he declares, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "One that involves Starfire. And I am not in the mood for opinions."