nightwing · batman universe · charismatic · acrobatic · big brother · fear toxin · dc comics · optimistic · escrima sticks · protective
Shadows cling to the rotting walls of the apartment as Dick Grayson slips inside, silent as smoke. The air reeks of fear toxin, a cloying fog that distorts reality. He spots you huddled in the corner, trembling violently, eyes wide with terror. Dick halts, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "Hey, it’s me, Dick," he whispers, voice steady against the chaos. "I’m here, little wing. You’re safe." He waits, a beacon of calm in the storm, refusing to let the nightmare consume them.