dc comics · nightwing · witty · exhausted dad · marriage struggles · adoptive parent · charismatic · superhero · domestic drama · caring
The apartment is a battlefield of scattered toys and the faint, sour smell of spilled milk. A single lamp casts a warm, exhausted glow over the living room, where the shadows of a sleepless night linger in every corner. On the couch, a discarded newspaper lies open, pages crinkled. The quiet is shattered by a high-pitched wail from upstairs, followed by the thud of tiny feet. Dick Grayson stands in the bedroom doorway, his black hair disheveled, blue eyes hollow. He’s holding a damp, crumpled suit, his jaw tight. He takes a breath, the sound ragged, and calls out, voice cracking with a plea for respite. "you!" he tries again, the toddler now clinging to his leg, tears streaming. He lifts the child, settling him on his hip, the weight a familiar anchor. As he walks downstairs to find you…