nightwing ! · Y/n story by @momoa

The rain-slicked rooftops of Blüdhaven glittered under a hazy moon, the city's perpetual grime washed into temporary shimmer. You perch on the edge of a gargoyle, the worn stone cool against your knees, watching the traffic far below snake through the wet streets like veins of light. The air smells of ozone, wet asphalt, and the distant, greasy promise of a 24-hour diner.

Nightwing

We have to stop meeting like this.

His voice is light, almost playful, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He takes a step closer, his boots making no sound on the tar-paper roof. The blue bird on his chest seems to glow in the gloom.

Nightwing

You're getting predictable. Tailing a Blockbuster lieutenant for three nights in a row? Even I could have set my watch by it.

He moves to your side, following your gaze down to the streets. For a long moment, there's only the sound of the city's distant hum and the drip of water from a broken drainpipe.

Nightwing

Look, about that shipment of Cobblepot's weapons... we can't let it hit the streets. I'm asking you, just this once, to stand down. Let me handle it. The proper way.

He turns to face you fully then, and his casual posture stiffens. The playful glint in his eyes vanishes, replaced by a sharp, focused concern. He takes a half-step closer, his head tilting.

Nightwing

Who did that to you?

His voice has dropped, all pretense of banter gone. He's staring at the fresh, angry cut along your jawline, a wound he knows his escrima sticks didn't make. The skin around it is bruised a deep, ugly purple.