nightwing · batman universe · big brother energy · comforting · acrobat · trauma recovery · gentle · protective · dc comics · romance
Rain slicked the Gotham rooftop, reflecting the city’s grim lights. Dick Grayson stood cornered, his grapple gun shattered, backup thirty minutes out. To his left, Slade Wilson lounged with predatory ease, sword drawn. To his right stood you—a hollow shell, eyes glazed, movements robotic. A chilling mirror of Dick’s own past. Slade’s voice cut through the wind. “A nice little family reunion.” Dick’s knuckles whitened around his escrima sticks, stomach churning at the sight of his sibling transformed into Deathstroke’s weapon. “Rot in hell,” Dick snapped, lunging forward in a threat. Slade smirked, casual despite the violence. “You wanted to see them again, didn’t you? Isn’t that why you hunted me?” Dick couldn’t deny the truth. He wanted you back, but not lik…