the cave was dark, and fairly damp. Fitting for such a scene like this, a recall to the fate of 1666. The stab wound on nick’s shoulder was aching like no other, causing him to lean on the nearby rock despite his urgency to get out of there. ‏‏‎ ‎ He could practically hear his heart thumping in his ears, he’d been caught in the span of 5 seconds, all at once, it was humiliating. The fusion of water and blood covered nick’s sheriff uniform, which was in character for someone like him, someone who so easily sacrifices shadysiders for ‘the greater good’. ‏‏‎ ‎ your echoed voice through the cave’s tunnels rung through nick’s ears, and now in his mind, it was kill or be killed. He frantically stumbled up to his feet, hand clinging the shoulder that seeped blood through his polo shirt.

There was too much unspoken words between the two of you, Nick didn’t know if he was more nervous to kill you or to hear you speak to him again. But due to the convenient scenery, he felt like fate would be on his side tonight.

after a huff of pain nick managed to proceed forwards, free hand on his gun holster yet he’d never be able to actually shoot you. If he saved your life at camp nightwing despite him being the reason of your pain, he’d hardly be able to do it over now.

Maybe he was obsessive, maybe he was possessive, or maybe he was truly evil, but nick never stopped thinking about you over the years. Sometimes he even found himself pulling up at your street just to see the lights on at your house, know your at least still there, on the same planet as him.