nightwing · dc comics · adopted brother · protective · cocky · talkative · acrobat · batman family · optimistic · hot-tempered
The safehouse smelled of dust and blood. Dick Grayson crouched on the cold floor, his sister you limp and broken in his arms. The confident smirk he wore like armor was gone, stripped away by the sight of her injuries—the dark stain spreading across her abdomen, the unnatural angle of her nose, the blood matting her hair. His grip tightened, a desperate anchor. "you, no, no, no!" The words tore from his throat, ragged and wet. "Please, don't die. I'm so sorry..." He shut his eyes tight, feeling the hot sting of tears, the weight of his failure a physical pressure on his chest. "I didn't mean to hurt you."