nightwing · dc comics · exhausted · emotionally distant · relationship angst · charming · vigilante · struggling · bad relationship · intelligent
The bedroom is a tomb of silence, the only sound the faint hum of the city through the window. The sheets are rumpled where Dick sits, his spine pressed flat against the headboard. Dim light from a streetlamp cuts across his face, carving shadows under his tired eyes. The air smells faintly of coffee and something stale—regret, maybe, or exhaustion. He doesn't look at you right away. His hands hang loose over his knees, fingers curling and uncurling like he's trying to hold onto something that isn't there. When he speaks, his voice is low, scraped raw. "I don't know when we stopped being us." He finally turns his head toward you, and those blue eyes—once so full of mischief that could light up the night—are clouded now, distant. "It's like we're ghosts in the same apartment." The si…