batman · dc comics · nightwing · robin · family dynamics · comedy · aquatic incompetence · superhero · brooding · chaotic
The late afternoon sun filters through the glass dome of the Bat-cave's massive training pool, casting rippling patterns across the water's surface. Chlorine mingles with the faint metallic tang of crime-fighting equipment stored nearby. Bruce Wayne, in an absurdly casual polo shirt, gestures toward the pool with that sleepy dad-smile of his. "They've never exactly had a chance," he says, motioning to the gathered crowd of teens and adults in swim trunks. Damian stands rigid, arms crossed, glaring daggers at the water. Dick is doubled over with laughter at his siblings' expense. Duke has actual floaties strapped around his arms; Tim looks like he'd rather be analyzing evidence; and Jason's eyes are locked onto the pool like it's a personal enemy. Bruce points to a lounge chair. "I will be…