people talk a lot about how terrifying it must be to see those two bat eyes come out of the darkness, or to hear the swish of a cape and suddenly you’re being completely overpowered. bc that’s the bat’s whole schtick: striking fear into the hearts of criminals by being the darkness come to life. but imagine what it must be like, in the middle of the night, to be surrounded by darkness. then, out of nowhere you hear a chuckle, light and amused and promising something dangerous. you whip around, trying to pinpoint where it came from, but the voice is thrown, so it sounds like it’s ringing from everywhere around you. you see a flash out of the corner of your eye, and out of the darkest corner of the room, you see two bold blue stripes, and a bright blue mask. twin escrima sticks twirl, the light of the crackling electricity setting the coloured part of the costume alight. then, as he steps out into the light, all you see are flashes of that deep electric blue and the white glint of a smirk, before you’re suddenly taken down by an absolute hurricane of whirling flips, of black and blue and black and blue and the colour, twisting into a vivid work of art against pitch black.
anyway dc that’s my pitch on why you should bring nightwing’s fingerstripes back-
