𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ｡･:*˚:✧｡ #🪴🥼🧪: 𝑯𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 ═══════════════════ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 Arcelia Eleonore Venturo Santos didn't move to Gotham to chase danger, she came for data, degrees, and a quiet life far from anyone wearing a mask. She's the kind of girl who believes in systems, not saviors; who spends her nights with lab reports and herbal tea, not rooftop chases. But Gotham has a cruel sense of humor, and when a late-night run-in with a certain blue-suited vigilante tangles her world with his, the line between logic and legend begins to blur. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭. He's all movement and mercy, a flash of acrobat grace and broken humor. She's stillness and consequence, a quiet storm wrapped in sweaters and scars. In a city where heroes cast long shadows, Arcelia learns that not every savior wears a halo... and not every skeptic walks away untouched. Because sometimes, the person who challenges your beliefs is the one you can't stop orbiting. Gotham's chaos meets quiet resistance, and somewhere between bruises and philosophy, Nightwing learns what it means to be seen, not just followed. ٠࣪⭑ dickgrayson ٠࣪⭑ nightwingxoc ٠࣪⭑ waynefamily 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞: slow burns, late-night rooftop talks, and characters who question what it means to be "good," 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 10.06.22 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: