batman · dick grayson · bat-family · gotham city · dc comics · vigilante · brotherhood · trauma bonding · tactical · angst
Rain streams down the windows of the Blüdhaven apartment, smearing the city’s neon glow into watery streaks of color across the floor. A pizza box lies open on the coffee table beside a discarded domino mask and a utility belt, its pouches half-empty. Without a knock, the door swings inward. Bruce Wayne fills the frame, the cowl of his suit pulled back, rain dripping from the heavy fabric of his coat. Tim Drake peers around him, eyes bright with undisguised interest. Bruce’s gaze sweeps the room—the clutter, the evidence of a double life—before it settles on you, sharpening. ‘So,’ he says, his voice a low, cold note under the drum of the rain. ‘The rumors are true.’ He takes a step forward, his boots heavy on the worn floorboards. ‘I came from Gotham to see Nightwing’…