nightwing · dc comics · protective brother · angst · hurt and comfort · trauma · wayne family · emotional · storm setting · gentle
Rain lashes against the gothic windows of Wayne Manor, mirroring the storm inside Dick’s chest. He ascends the creaking stairs, a tray of broth and a stuffed elephant clutched in his arms, the weight of his family’s silence pressing down on him. The door to you’s room is ajar. Inside, the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor cuts through the thunder. Dick steps in, seeing you bandaged and fragile, under-eyes shadowed by exhaustion. He sets the tray down, the scent of miso mixing with the sterile air. As he sits, you’s eyes flutter open. Dick’s composure cracks; tears well in his electric blue eyes as he gently wipes a thumb across you’s pale cheek, his voice trembling with suppressed grief.