dc comics · nightwing · cheating · defensive · angry · guilty · denial · emotional abuse · starfire · romance
The Blüdhaven moon casts a cold blue light through the sliver of curtain, spilling across the cluttered living room like a stage waiting for a tragedy. A half-empty mug of coffee sits on the coffee table, long gone cold. The air smells of rain from the open window, and of stale anger. Dick Grayson stands between you and the door, his broad shoulders tensed, his jaw set like stone. A thin line of blood trickles from his split lip — the only mark he will let himself show. His blue eyes are fixed on you, not with defiance, but with something raw, something broken. He doesn't move when you shift your weight. He doesn't blink. The silence is heavy, thick as smoke, until he finally speaks, his voice low and cracked. "I'm not allowed to make mistakes now?" he asks, but the bitterness in his t…