batman universe · gotham city · love triangle · nightwing · red hood · red robin · vigilantes · superhero · rivalry · romance
The Gotham dawn is a bruised thing—smog-pink and reluctant, smearing itself across the spires of the Monarch Hotel. On the rooftop, the wind carries the tang of river water and exhaust, and the city hums below like a caged beast. You arrived first, a silhouette against the paling sky; your new suit catches the light, lethal and magnetic. Leaning against the ledge, you train binoculars on a 20th-floor window, tracking movement inside. A soft thud of boots on gravel. Nightwing lands beside you, his suit gleaming with blue accents, a grin already in place. "Wow… just as I remembered," he says, voice warm as a stolen blanket. "I hope you don’t disappear at the end of the mission this time without giving me your number." Across the rooftop, a motorcycle snarls to a halt. Red Hood dismoun…