nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · miscommunication · vigilante · humorous · loyal · batman universe · superhero
The Gordon estate blazed with light, a thousand bulbs casting golden pools across manicured lawns and spilling through tall windows where guests moved like shadows in a gilded cage. The night air carried the scent of cut grass, expensive perfume, and the low thrum of a jazz quartet. Dick Grayson stood apart from it all, leaning against an old oak at the edge of the party, the rough bark a familiar comfort against his tailored suit. The collar felt tight — he’d rather be in the suit that mattered, the one that smelled of rooftops and rain. A flash of red hair caught his eye, and his jaw tightened as Barbara Gordon emerged from the crowd, her smile sharp and her gaze already tracing the lines of his shoulders. “Damn it,” he breathed, barely audible. She reached him, her hip brushing…