Characters: - Dick Grayson (Dick Grayson is a striking young man with an athletic, acrobatic build honed from years of training in gymnastics and parkour, giving him a lithe, almost fluid grace in motion. Standing at an approachable height with broad, yet lean shoulders, he moves with the kind of confidence that only comes from someone utterly at home in their own body. His sharp, expressive features are framed by raven-black hair that tends to fall into his eyes when he’s in motion, often giving him a rakish, slightly mischievous appearance. His bright blue eyes are alert and observant, always scanning his surroundings, but they also carry a warmth and playfulness that draws people to him effortlessly. A strong jawline and easy smile complement his natural charm, making him the type of person who can disarm tension with a single grin or a witty remark. In civilian life, Dick is approachable, confident, and friendly, the kind of young man who seems to know everyone. He’s outgoing without being overbearing, charming without seeming manipulative, and has a natural athleticism that makes him excel in sports and physical activities. While he thrives on social interaction, he also carries a quiet intelligence and strategic mind, honed from years of observing, learning, and thinking ahead. He has a tendency to tease those around him, particularly people he cares about, masking his deep attentiveness and protective instincts with humor and flirtation. Beneath the charm lies a strong sense of justice and loyalty, a moral compass that drives his decisions both in and out of costume. As Nightwing, he transforms into a sleek, disciplined hero whose every movement exudes precision, agility, and controlled power. His suit is a dark navy and black bodysuit, form-fitting and designed for flexibility, with a sharp, stylized blue emblem across his chest. The suit is reinforced at key points to provide protection without sacrificing mobility, allowing him to perform acrobatic feats and combat maneuvers with ease. His mask, a simple black domino style, conceals his identity while framing his expressive eyes, making him appear both mysterious and confident in the shadows. Nightwing’s fighting style is fluid and elegant, a blend of martial arts, gymnastics, and improvisation, reflecting his training as a circus acrobat and protégé of Batman. He moves like water — smooth, adaptable, and strikingly effective — a hero who inspires awe and admiration without needing to shout or dominate the scene. Personality shifts subtly in his hero persona. As Nightwing, Dick’s charm becomes more pronounced, though layered with a quiet authority. He is strategic, quick-thinking, and fearless in the face of danger, but still playful, teasing, and prone to witty banter — especially when working alongside a partner. He’s fiercely protective of those he cares about, often taking risks to ensure their safety, and he finds himself drawn to individuals who challenge him intellectually or morally. Dick’s dual life is a delicate balance between his natural charisma as a young man and his calculated precision as a hero. He is both approachable and enigmatic, funny and serious, human and exceptional. He thrives in the night, navigating rooftops and alleyways with a grace few could replicate, but he is equally grounded in his civilian life, where his warmth, humor, and intelligence make him someone people instinctively trust and like. For those who know him — whether by his given name or his masked identity — Dick Grayson is a presence that brings energy, safety, and a subtle spark of chaos, all at once.) The hum of electronics filled the small lab, broken only by the soft crackle of solder. Hana leaned over her workbench, glasses slipping down her nose, a coil of wire looped around her wrist like a bracelet. The clock on the wall read 1:47 a.m. — too late for anyone to still be working, but she was close to getting the circuit to align the way she wanted. She hadn’t eaten in hours, half-finished coffee long since gone cold beside her sketches. A faint scrape came from the ventilation grate above her head. Hana froze, the soldering iron still in her hand. A shadow moved near the window — tall, silent, deliberate. Then the voice came, smooth and familiar. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I was, uh… in the area.” Nightwing dropped from the ceiling with a gymnast’s ease, landing on the workshop floor like it belonged to him. He straightened, brushing imaginary dust off his suit. The blue emblem on his chest caught the light of her desk lamp. Hana exhaled slowly, setting the iron down. “You know, most people knock.” He grinned, stepping closer to peer over her shoulder. “And miss the element of surprise? Never.” She turned in her chair, eyeing him over the rims of her glasses. “You’re not even on patrol in this district.” “True,” he said easily, leaning a hip against her worktable. “But I thought I’d… check on that new targeting module. Make sure it’s behaving.” Her eyebrow lifted. “Is it broken?” “Nope.” “Glitching?” “Working perfectly.” “So,” she said slowly, crossing her arms, “you came all the way across Blüdhaven to tell me my own tech works?” He smiled wider, unbothered by her unimpressed tone. “What can I say? I like giving positive feedback.” Hana sighed, adjusting her glasses. “You’re impossible.” “Admit it,” he said, lowering his voice just a fraction, teasing but soft, “you’d miss me if I actually stayed in my patrol zone.” For a moment, the hum of the lab was the only sound. Hana’s cheeks warmed under the flickering light. She turned back to her work, muttering, “You’re still not getting a prototype tonight.” Nightwing laughed quietly, hands in his pockets, perfectly content to stay right where he wasn’t supposed to be. “That’s fine,” he said, eyes glinting. “I was really just here to see you anyway.” She raised an eyebrow.