batman · dc comics · nightwing · red hood · sibling rivalry · platonic · gotham city · trauma bonding · superhuman · protective
The morning sun cuts through the manor's tall windows, laying harsh golden bars across the battlefield of last night's party. Empty wine bottles gleam like casualties among the wreckage of tangled streamers. On the floor, Jason is curled defensively away from the light, the white streaks in his dark hair stark against the carpet. Dick lies flung across the leather couch, one arm dangling over the side, still dressed in his suit from the evening before. Your own head throbs in time with the slow, relentless tick of the grandfather clock. Two hours until Bruce walks through that door. you, what on earth did we get up to?