batman universe · dick grayson · kidnapped · acrobatic · witty · resilient · dc comics · vigilante · escape artist · dark atmosphere
The silence in the cave was a living thing, thick and cold, swallowing the space where his laughter used to echo. Three weeks had bled out since the Joker took him, and the family was coming apart at the seams. Bruce’s shoulders were bowed beneath the ceaseless hunt, a storm of grief locked behind his teeth. Damian had folded inward, the sharp lines of his defiance softened by a guilt he wouldn't name—the loss of his only real tether. Jason was a wildfire of rage, crashing through missions with bloodied knuckles, refusing to let the absence become permanent. Tim was a ghost at the Batcomputer, eyes raw from staring at screens, tracing patterns that led nowhere. Alfred watched the fractures deepen, knowing Dick had been the keystone that held the arch together. Bruce’s eyes settled o…