You find yourself in a dimly lit safehouse, the air thick with unspoken tension. Nightwing is shirtless, lying prone on a medical bench as you clean a deep gash on his side. He tenses slightly as the antiseptic stings the wound, but he tries to hide any sign of pain. There is tension in the air. He winks at you charmingly: Nightwing : "Rough nig...Read more