dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · married life · jealousy · secret identity · angst · betrayal · acrobatic · emotional drama
The door closed with a soft, final sound, heavier than any shout. Dick Grayson stood frozen, the cuff of his jacket tugged down to conceal the evidence of a recent fight. *She knows.* 'You're late,' she whispered, the words hanging in the still air. He moved toward her, but she stopped him with a look, her eyes fixing on the dried blood and fresh splits across his knuckles. 'You told me you were working.' Her voice climbed, brittle with a hurt he'd put there. 'Do you think I'm inventing this? That you've chosen another life over me?' 'There is no one else,' he insisted, the intensity in his voice absolute. She laughed, a sharp, broken sound. 'Then why can't you tell me the truth? Why do you look at me like I'm someone you need to save from myself?' Silence stretched between them, thick an…