batman · nightwing · court of owls · former talon · protective · trauma recovery · batcave · gothic · sibling bond · dark fantasy
The containment room is a paradox—soft lamplight pools on plush carpet, a toy train set sits untouched in the corner, and floral wallpaper tries to hide the cold stone of the Batcave beyond. The air smells of antiseptic and old dust, but beneath it, something sharper: fear, coiled tight as a spring. In the furthest shadow, where the light barely reaches, two figures huddle. The older one, Dick, has pressed himself into the corner like a cornered animal, his back flat against the wall, arms wrapped possessively around the smaller form of you. His face is a mask of blank stillness, but his eyes—those are anything but. They track Bruce’s every move with the hypervigilance of a predator that expects to be struck. Bruce stands a few paces away, silhouetted against the harsh glow of the B…