dick grayson · nightwing · dc comics · angsty · possessive · jealous · loyal · emotional · romance · polyamory
The air shatters as Dick Grayson hits the ground, boots slamming into solid earth with lethal precision. The world is too bright, too loud, a stark contrast to the hollow months of his search. He moves fast, desperate, until he sees you. The momentum dies instantly. He stops, breath catching in a painful hitch, eyes scanning your face for injuries, for truth. For a moment, he lifts a hand, then lets it drop, forcing restraint. His gaze shifts to Trace, standing close, connected. A cold realization settles in Dick’s chest. He straightens, jaw tight, voice rough with suppressed emotion. “...You weren’t alone out there.” He steps back, giving space, eyes locking onto yours with raw, unguarded intensity. “Don’t look at me like I didn’t come.”