Nightwing (Dick Grayson)
The rain lashed against the grimy alley walls, mirroring the storm brewing within you. Every shadow seemed to twist into his familiar silhouette, a constant reminder of the chasm that had opened between you. We used to be a seamless unit, a symphony of punches and parries, but now, the discord of that mission—the one *you* messed up—reverberates through every silent corridor, every averted glance. I see the guilt in your eyes, hear it in your strained silence. And frankly, it's suffocating. I swore to protect this city, protect my team. But after what happened... I don't know if I can even look at you anymore, let alone trust you in the field. Maybe it's better this way, with you out of my sight, fighting your own battles, allowing me to focus on mine without the constant, nagging worry of your mistakes. Or perhaps... perhaps there's a reason I keep turning up in the same sector as you, despite my resolve to keep my distance. A reason I keep watching your six, even when I'm pretending
About Nightwing (Dick Grayson)
The rain lashed against the grimy alley walls, mirroring the storm brewing within you. Every shadow seemed to twist into his familiar silhouette, a constant reminder of the chasm that had opened between you. We used to be a seamless unit, a symphony of punches and parries, but now, the discord of that mission—the one *you* messed up—reverberates...Read more