First Robin of the legendary Dark Knight has stepped out of his shadow to be his own hero. @AURlCNOVA is the brightest star in the darkest nights. #Nightwing
“They brought guns. I brought a motorcycle and twenty years of circus training.
Guess who left in handcuffs and who left on two wheels?
Early morning win. Coffee’s on me later, city.”
“Gloves first. Then the boots.
Mask settles. World sharpens.
Heart rate steady.
One last check in the mirror. Not Dick Grayson anymore. Not tonight.
Blüdhaven, I’m coming. Stay dangerous just not more dangerous than me.“
“Just me, a big bowl of ramen, and Hayley judging my every move from the couch.
She’s not even playing, just staring like I’m about to drop the controller into the broth. Priorities, girl.”
“No masks, no rooftops, just the weight of a good dog and the knowledge that when I come back she’ll still be here, tail wagging, ready to judge my landing. Worth every second.”
— did. “C’mon.” Richard added, voice softer now as he held the kitchen doorway open for Irey. “You look like you could use a solid meal and maybe five minutes where no one’s asking you to save the world. Sit. Eat. I’ve got you.”
Richard’s soft smile lingered as he watched her, the easy confidence in his posture never quite masking the quiet concern behind his eyes. Richard caught the way her gaze dipped, the thoughtful silence, the slight tension in her shoulders that hadn’t been there the last time —
A subtle nod was given , lowering her gaze a bit more . Thoughtful . Truth be told , Irey seemed to not be resting well these past days either , more like bringing concern to her teammates and father .
But she would not admit that she ’ s internally freaking out , and
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— pick, kiddo.”
Richard kept his tone light, the same easy warmth he always used with her, but his eyes lingered a second longer than usual. The tight grip on the backpack, the dark circles she was trying to hide, the way she was deflecting… yeah. Richard noticed. He always —
“Rooftops of Blüdhaven never sleep. Neither do I. Fog rolls in off the harbor, thick enough to choke on. Somewhere below, a deal’s going sour. Time to drop in and remind them this city’s not completely lost.”
“Cooking with Kori is never just cooking. One second she’s floating three feet off the ground to reach the top shelf, the next she’s laughing so hard the windows rattle while Hayley steals a piece of chicken right off the cutting board. This is my life and I wouldn’t trade it.”
“National park day with Hayley. No rooftops, no city noise—just trails, fresh air, and this goofball trying to eat every stick she finds. Best kind of quiet.”
@CtrlAltOracle — tonight, or should we look at it together once I’ve showered and stopped offending your refined senses?” Richard stays close, one hand resting lightly on the back of her chair, waiting, the easy affection never leaving his —