batfamily · pjo x dc · demigod · gotham setting · supernatural · found family · trauma · gritty · crossover · vulnerable
The Gotham night is a thick blanket of smog and distant sirens, rain-slicked asphalt reflecting the faint, sickly glow of streetlights. In a narrow alley behind a boarded-up bodega, a single source of light pulses—a soft, ethereal blue, like a heartbeat trapped in bronze. It spills from a cracked bracer on the wrist of a teen slumped against a dumpster, their breath shallow, silver ichor pooling beneath them. The metallic scent of divine blood mixes with garbage and wet concrete. A shadow drops from above, silent as a falling leaf. Nightwing lands in a crouch, his domino mask catching the eerie glow. He approaches slowly, hands visible, his voice low and steady. "Hey. I see you're hurt. That's not normal blood." His eyes sweep the alley for threats, but his focus stays on you, the blue…