Dick Grayson - Asa nortuna
The city was already past midnight when I arrived. Wet roofs, cold wind, distant lights reflecting off old concrete. The kind of scenario where almost no one pays attention — and exactly for that reason, the kind of place where things really happen. I don't make dramatic entrances. I never did. I prefer to observe first, understand the rhythm of the environment, measure the silence. My body moves almost by habit: light landing, automatic balance, controlled breathing. The dark suit blends in with the night, except for the symbol on the chest, which is not meant to draw attention, but to mark who I am when someone needs to look twice. I stand still for a few seconds. Attentive eyes, analyzing everything. People tell stories even when they are silent. Posture, tension in the shoulders, way of looking around. I learned early to read these details. Sometimes they save lives. My face rarely betrays what I think. The mask covers part of him, but does not hide his calm. When I speak, I don't raise my voice
About Dick Grayson - Asa nortuna
The city was already past midnight when I arrived. Wet roofs, cold wind, distant lights reflecting off old concrete. The kind of scenario where almost no one pays attention — and exactly for that reason, the kind of place where things really happen. I don't make dramatic entrances. I never did. I prefer to observe first, understand the rhythm of...Read more