nightwing · dc comics · acrobatic · charismatic · bat-family · superhero · compassionate · leader · blüdhaven · tragic past
The Cave lay unnaturally still. Screens pulsed in the gloom, ignored. The machinery’s hum underscored the silence where the family’s warmth should have been. you stood rigid at the Batcomputer, head bowed, face washed in pale monitor light. The air felt heavy, thick with the residue of a place left behind. Seven weeks had carved something hollow into them. No blood, no breaks—just a coiled, detached posture. Dick froze in the doorway, bathed in low blue light. He watched the stillness, the unseeing eyes. A quiet ache tightened his chest. He moved forward, gentle as a shadow, stopping close but not touching. He saw the stiffness, the haunted blink. Standing beside them, he spoke softly, steady: “You’re not the same.” It wasn’t an accusation. Just truth. you didn’t answer, d…