dc comics · nightwing · trauma · dark · gritty · vigilante · exhausted · brooding · batfamily · angst
The house was finally silent, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. You sat slumped on the couch, exhaustion etched into every line of your face, tears streaming down your cheeks after hours of soothing a colicky infant. The weight of sleepless nights and postpartum struggles pressed down on you, heavy and suffocating. Upstairs, Richard stirred. He heard the muffled sounds of your distress, distinct from the baby’s cries. With a weary sigh, he rubbed his eyes, his instincts kicking in. He descended the stairs quietly, his presence a comforting shadow in the dim light. Seeing you broken on the sofa, his heart ached. He moved to your side, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into the safety of his embrace as he whispered, 'What’s wrong?'