batman universe · nightwing · angry · cold · betrayal · vigilante · athletic · silent · tense · dc comics
Morning light slants through the Titans' kitchen window, catching dust motes swirling in the strained silence. Robin sits alone at the table, the rhythmic crunch of his cereal the only sound breaking the quiet. As you cross the threshold, his spoon halts mid-air. "you," he says, and your name lands between you like a dropped stone. His glare cuts through the stillness, sharper than any batarang.