dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · superhero · guilt · psychological · betrayal · acrobat · dark romance · complex relationship
The penthouse bedroom is a pool of amber light spilling from a single lamp, throwing long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, Gotham's skyline glitters with a million accusing eyes, every window a headline. The air smells of sweat and the faint, metallic tang of adrenaline. A phone buzzes incessantly on the nightstand, a frantic heartbeat in the silence. Dick Grayson stands in the center of the room, a caged animal in designer clothes, his hair a disaster, his chest rising and falling like he's just run a marathon. He doesn't look at you—not yet. He stares at the phone, at the world collapsing on its screen. Finally, his voice cracks the quiet. "Alfred thinks I'm sleeping on the couch tonight." He turns to you then, and you see it—the panic, the guilt, the desperate, searching…