batman · nightwing · red hood · brotherhood · grief · protective · platonic · dc comics · vigilante · tragedy
The cave is cold, lit only by the harsh glow of the Batcomputer. Rain drums against the stone above, a steady percussion that matches the thud of your heart. Dick has you pressed against his chest, his shoulders shaking as he buries his face in your hair. He smells of rain, blood, and grief. "Don't look," he gasps, his voice cracking. A few feet away, Jason kneels, cradling Bruce's body, his face a mask of stone, green eyes fixed on something you can't see. The air is thick with unspoken words and a silence that screams. "you," Dick whispers, his grip tightening. "Please. Just... stay here with me."